I gotta whole lot of money
A whole lot of hoes
And I ain't satisfied with this road that I own
1 shot 2, 3 shots of Patron
I'm fading away
I don't really have time for that bullshit
And I don't have a place I can call my home
So here's another 1 shot 2, 3 shots of patron
I'm fading away
Uh I'm fading away
Lost time more so lost praying in faith
Lost in this mad world, almost lost my place
Felt known, but I'm lost in the space, can you hear me?
I'm lost so brought my cape
Apart from being smart, a nigga never lost his safe
Seen niggas in ghetto with a lost expression
Gat carrying, once pulled you lost you face
A broke hand never healed, I lost my brace
Seen my ex, talking bout sex, and lost my taste ewh
Was in a group almost lost my shine
Like my watch broke, lost my time, almost lost my mind
I was fine, But I lost my grind
Lost what I came for, lost what I designed
Fuck crying I'm a cock back, but lost my 9
So I'm shot, dead, leaking, Lost my life trying
To be the better man, Living on, better land
Teach the world more, but I sink the floor
Preacher man preach, teaching how to live life
But Behind close doors preacher beating on his wife
Baby I Just hold wana you, Live out what I told you
Even if we break up, a nigga won't expose you
Riding in my old-school
Listening to something that recorded on pro-tools, Hona
See I grind in the summer, hustle hard in the winter
I remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
The light might flicking, but the sun will rise
Light one up baby girl, open up say ahh
I came along way rapping cassettes and shit
Now I'm finally tour, center stage
I promise I'm a change the world right before it bang
Make a lane, for the people who would die to entertain, Like me
Hehehe
I gotta whole lot of money
A whole lot of hoes
And I ain't satisfied with this road that I own
1 shot 2, 3 shots of Patron
I'm fading away
I don't really have time for that bullshit
And I don't have a place I can call my home
So here's another 1 shot 2, 3 shots of patron
I'm fading away
A whole lot of hoes
And I ain't satisfied with this road that I own
1 shot 2, 3 shots of Patron
I'm fading away
I don't really have time for that bullshit
And I don't have a place I can call my home
So here's another 1 shot 2, 3 shots of patron
I'm fading away
Uh I'm fading away
Lost time more so lost praying in faith
Lost in this mad world, almost lost my place
Felt known, but I'm lost in the space, can you hear me?
I'm lost so brought my cape
Apart from being smart, a nigga never lost his safe
Seen niggas in ghetto with a lost expression
Gat carrying, once pulled you lost you face
A broke hand never healed, I lost my brace
Seen my ex, talking bout sex, and lost my taste ewh
Was in a group almost lost my shine
Like my watch broke, lost my time, almost lost my mind
I was fine, But I lost my grind
Lost what I came for, lost what I designed
Fuck crying I'm a cock back, but lost my 9
So I'm shot, dead, leaking, Lost my life trying
To be the better man, Living on, better land
Teach the world more, but I sink the floor
Preacher man preach, teaching how to live life
But Behind close doors preacher beating on his wife
Baby I Just hold wana you, Live out what I told you
Even if we break up, a nigga won't expose you
Riding in my old-school
Listening to something that recorded on pro-tools, Hona
See I grind in the summer, hustle hard in the winter
I remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
The light might flicking, but the sun will rise
Light one up baby girl, open up say ahh
I came along way rapping cassettes and shit
Now I'm finally tour, center stage
I promise I'm a change the world right before it bang
Make a lane, for the people who would die to entertain, Like me
Hehehe
I gotta whole lot of money
A whole lot of hoes
And I ain't satisfied with this road that I own
1 shot 2, 3 shots of Patron
I'm fading away
I don't really have time for that bullshit
And I don't have a place I can call my home
So here's another 1 shot 2, 3 shots of patron
I'm fading away
( Hona Costello )
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