mixed and mastered by me and darwin
produced by morteh

lyrics :

(kill fenix)

ay uh i be way too faded
makin my connections, goin up n they hate it
fuck bein famous , im rich and risk takin 
sippin on the drank, mix words im switch lanin 
fuck her then i dip bitch quit your complaining 
sparks on the ground, i drift, the paint flakin 
brother flip a zip we smoke n bread breakin
spark another blunt. three five, im gon face it

cruisin down the street, puffin smoke up out the window
burner wit a mag, heavy metal at his dental
all these bitches clones they be lookin like a ditto
i got my brothers by my side look like malcom in the middle
ay lil bitch i don’t need no benefactor 
ima let my brothers eat then keep fillin up the platter
he wan do some chitter chatter, strap will pitter pitter patter 
he get lead up in his head,lookin like the madhatter 

ion do reckless spending, i be lookin at the profits, make sure that i’m benefiting 
older cousin in the pin n he be serving on a sentence
but i make sure when he get out we all gon be winning
i been sinnin for a minute, i been goin past the limit
i been building up these digits, i-n-d-e fuckin pendant 
i ain never gonna quit it, wanna tell my bros i did it
wanna be first in my family who countin up they riches

see it as a blessing, work hard for my shit n it taught my ass a lesson
puffin on the premium, you smokin that unleaded, envisioning some plaques wit my fuckin name embedded
always talkin shit i think you may jus be obsessive 
you a goofy motherfucker if you think i peep the message
ay uh lil bitch keep hating, brother wit a chrome leave a motherfucker faceless
ay uh, spark a blunt and fucking lane switch, you can keep on talking but i ride wit 408 bitch

(408 darwin)

shell casings, switches and trap basements 
got rich from making music and now i’m about famous
the first thing i did was pay off the mails cases
and drop 10 opps my shooters get real payments
my first real love was hunnids and blue faces 
my first real dub i bagged it felt amazing
i spent it on the trap get chefs wit dirty aprons
got 10 new chops for n- whos gone famous
yeah 10 bad bitches who wanna give me a baby
i’m too cool, love won’t catch me wit no lady
if we link you needa sign you a NDA
cause that kiss and tell shit so fake i can’t take it
uh uh i promise my momma i’m gon make it
my first rap deal i bought me like 2 chains
and i pray for the n- who run up and try to take it
it’s 45 shots in this ruby he won’t make it

(uh i be way too faded
makin my connections, goin up n they hate it
fuck bein famous , im rich and risk takin 
sippin on the drank, mix words im switch lanin 
fuck her then i dip bitch quit your complaining 
sparks on the ground, i drift, the paint flakin 
brother flip a zip we smoke n bread breakin
spark another blunt. three five, im gon face it
brother flip a zip we smoke n bread breakin
brother flip a zip we smoke n bread breakin
brother flip a zip we smoke n bread breakin
spark another blunt. three five, im gon face it)

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