Anthony Lucius - Fadeaway lyrics

[Verse 1 - Anthony Lucius] Seeing horns on angels Chance the rapper Im trippin I'm just dying while living The two faces I'm sitting On a cloud 9 Gram and grams gone up I'm thinking if maybe its thoughts as i roll another up They say they just cut the bloom on bu*tercup Im uppercut Puff puff While she b**h she need a tummy tuck b**h hit the blunt Cordial venom From the serpents lurking Y'all don't know Y'all don't know Close curtain Thats when the act plays Pawns played Sins away Ill billy mays What they do all in a day I did before them rays Blinds a lil light Clown rappers like die It Vomit or hot sh** I know No pot piss So don't tell me bout them b**h a** n***as I know Don't tell me about the city, you just playing victim, folk You just playing poe When they saying go Don't shoot down wings I'm teaching these lil boys how to be king f** all that bling Girl you a queen Dont f** them Just twerk Dirty hands throwing dirt On yo name Propane blow up Hoping when it all go up This my brunch to get the doughnuts Gotta couple mans that'll hold that clutch Oh wait a minute Too much You know they snitch on instrumental Oh yo soul for a little Little b**h [Chorus - Anthony Lucius] I done seen the lows I won't see no more I won't see no more We gon hit the sto' Its just stop and go Please don't throw no shade Cause you paid Making plays Better look at all them ballers The master fadeaway [Verse 2 - Anthony Lucius] These reel n***as got that script talk I see you just to into yo role You wanna eat good Or food for the soul Riding round by the holes sh** done changed since them summers I mean the violence the same But man the city got nothing Fat pocket on politician They don't politicikin Playing that role no pot to piss in But the pot hole just bend the tire Bigger picture hope you get it I ain't worried if you feeling You too busy fake living Trap all in my system Trapped all in the system Boy tripping over step Step over It don't phase They f** you for them figures In both ways No freedom My oj And my brunch to get doughnuts Couple mans to hold the clutch These kids don't play no double dutch What the f** Man what the f** 15 years they smoking blunts 16 gone oh them bars tough Cuz reese ain't show me no love But reese don't owe you sh** With one hand on my dick Man the world man thats my sh** b**h