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