Too Faded

[Verse 1: The Game] Hey yo I’m full of that purp Can’t be fucked with when I’m rollin’ I like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion I hit the block like what, them boys can’t fuck with that phantom Put them 6s down in buck kid, I fuck with Atlanta Got that huge blow and rocks up in this Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like mike! Don’t compare me to these rap niggas I’m not like ‘em, I swear to God I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my dick big You can ask the broads, I like my bitch authentic no fake Titties or ass When she do I Ricky ruby on that ho, I pass Since tall [?] fucking with the lights out When the shit on like a [?] I fight though I don’t wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on Yeah, I’m fucked up and they hating Turn all these rap niggas into blood zulu nation Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain Bigger than that nigga face and that’s foul, game [Chorus: Soulja Boy] I’m fucked up and I’m faded I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron Faded, I’m faded, faded She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] Puff pop and I pass on, rich nigga young asshole Fuck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro I took charge and I went hard Held it down for my fuck squad Fuck you niggas talk about Time we bring them racks out Welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house Go ahead and bring the Benz out Recoup your ho and we freezed up Pound [?] that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro And I’m fresh fuck and my sleeve up These niggas riding won’t be us Everyday we get the bump, riding round smokin’ grind 2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through compton Bad bitches by the dozen, no police I ain’t coughing And niggas saying they got swag But it’s money gang or nothing I’m high as fuck see it in my eyes Shouts out game that number 5 Fresh as fuck till a nigga die Gonna write my name up in the sky Fick you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts I’m fucked up and I’m faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas [Chorus: Soulja Boy] I’m fucked up and I’m faded I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron Faded, I’m faded, faded She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up