Fanatic ft. Zain2Faded Lyrics

Whatever really works

My niggas in the hood told me park it in reverse

I only realized later that wise don't have a face

But it got an energy, I recognize when it waves

If it wasn't me, it wouldn't have been the mains

I'm something like KDB, it's all about the placement

Bitch, I'm DBZ, Vegeta

The way I'm on the first name basis with these niggas

I don't play shit

I don't make shit up, I just make sense

Had to downshift, clutch, then overtake him

Ring around the rosies

It's in rotation

I'm the figment of your imagination

I couldn't fathom the phantom glitch in the matrix

I had to handle the hazards when they get dangerous

Side-sitting, hitting the bend, straightening

Straight forward in plain, we really made it

I'm a fanatic, I'm going crazy on everything

I'm too dramatic, won't really slide if they try my cheque

The apparatus, they view my stats like everyday

Might go nomadic, so they don't know how I love and live

And it's against these odds that I done thrived

I, slide to him in the park like a drive-by

I done did it for the dogs, like a hive mind

We all gotta eat something, we gon' starve y'all

I'm a fanatic, I'm going crazy on everything

I'm too dramatic, won't really slide if they try my cheque

The apparatus, they view my stats like everyday

Might go nomadic, so they don't know how I love and live

And it's against these odds that I done thrived

I, slide to him in the park like a drive-by

I done did it for the dogs, like a hive mind

We all gotta eat something, we gon' starve y'all

Big deal, I ain't never been a light chore

Rub my hands together if I ever need a light source

Heard I'm a rapper, what's all the hype about?

Freestylin' for your bitch, gave her ass a tight four

Who's ready to mine diamonds through the brick floors

Only barriers are the languages between each port

Mr. Sweet sounds different with every concourse

But when he translates the same, to every crime lord

The only thing I put my time towards

Obsessively pushing the limits they designed for him

You feel?

Or rather resonate, I'm hot enough to explode

Jumped across the meter gauge straight to the crescendo

Out of my mind into your temple

Feel like Scott Pilgrim when I push against the threshold

In the chambers of your mental

The conversations I remember turned out to be echoes

Black shoe, black shoe, one, two, three

She was surprised, not prepared for me to run all week