A Faded Nature ft. Wheaux Knows Lyrics

As I get older, I ain't graduate, I was in a gang

You know, I was in a gang in high school

So this is what y'all want to do with y'all, because I'm telling you, whatever you know, that's what you're going to become

If you know that, son, whatever you want, whatever you know in your mind, son, that's what you're going to become

I'm telling you

What

I said I'm faded, X-rated

Hey, it's the best kept secret

That, that, that, that klub, that, that's, that's V-I-N-T

It's a new day, ain't seen the sunshine in a few days

V-I-N-T

Yo, mm, look uh

It's a new day, ain't seen the sunshine in a few days

Nigga vintage in the hood like Kool-Aid

Don't come around here, we ain't foo gang

I'm drunk as fuck, I can't stand up

Let me hit the blunt, I gotta level out

Gotta woosah, I gotta mellow out

Killin' tracks, bring the shovel out

A lot of songs, my body count

She just want the D when she tryin' to pout

I get a lot of packs for a small amount

B-T-A, no talkin' now

Boy that action, no lackin'

Boolin blood, what's brackin'

Fuck heartless, I got a soul

Better leave your feelings in a condom on

That 99, that 2000

Big time and nigga grindin'

Wait, hold up, gotta skate

10-Deep that's great

Got a trunk full of bape gotta move that weight

That eighth I fuck shit up, then I move to the bay

Well, maybe LA, ask my roommate

All Rellz no fakes nigga want that cake

And that's great

Wait, my competition, no competition

Gotta write it down in my composition

My competition, no competition

My, my, my, my competition

No competition, my competition

My competition, no competition

My competition, no competition

My, my, my competition

No competition, my competition

No competition, my competition

No competition

My competition, no competition

My competition, my competition

No competition, my competition

No competition

It's a new day

Ain't seen the sunshine in a few days

Fuck the opposition, I eat opponents

I'm eatin' homey

Smoke purple weed

On my lakers tip, I can't trust a bitch

I can't trust a snitch, that's G. Code

Never give a fuck like D. Lo

Young niggas spit that kilo

Workin' on a whip like Repos

Santa Claus nigga got three hoes

Stop your rappin', I'm just askin'

Finesse on a bitch like L.A. Reid

Got what you need for a small fee

That's a slight tax, I don't like that

Walkin' ice pack, bring it right back

No competition, no

No

My competition, no

My competition, no

Got to write it down in my competition

But let that bitch rock

Got to check

Got to write it down

Got to write it down