Backfade

I got your backfade, I got your backfade A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made I got your backfade, I got your backfade Couple Ms for my son, had the track made (track made) Mason jar with the Branson in it Two-tone Maybach, look like I spent a nigga whole advancement in it New York bars on a Compton nigga Mobbin' through Laguardia, he back and this time, he brought a monster with him Big Hit on some big hits, poppin' big shit Rag brighter than the lady gremlin lipstick Right pocket on some opposite-of-Crip shit Stuff half and let the rest bleed like my wrist slit Land of the misfits Where we never miss a court date, but we miss Neighborhood Nip's shit If I ain't bangin' this shit, I'm bangin' his shit Hit produced it, I wrote it, and nigga, we ain't mix shit And I'm still in the streets with it Somewhere between the 105 in the middle of the beef with it Eat with it, sleep with it Point me out in a lineup, yup, he did it I got your backfade, I got your backfade A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made I got your backfade, I got your backfade Couple Ms for my son, had the track made (track made) Told Game just gimme the sign, just point him out and he gon' die I'm rushin' niggas like rushers, L-Gang, fuck repercussions Nigga, it's nothin', I'll sock you out, stomp you out, knock you out Max you out like a stolen credit card, nigga What's happenin'? P the Rollie, blood, leave the Rollie Cleats to his face, nigga, meet the goalie His nigga ran up, then I stole him On PDL, 'bout to bleed 'em, homie Nah, blood, I ain't cut, but I'm cut like that L-Gang, nigga bust, I'ma bust right back I keep one in the chamber 'til I'm the one in the chamber Like the beats on the rest of this album, nigga, we bangers I got your backfade, I got your backfade A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made I got your backfade, I got your backfade Couple Ms for my son, had the track made (track made)