41 Faded lyrics

[Intro]
Slime, I need that footage bro, he playin' on the 'net gang
I asked f*ckin', umm
There's no way-, there's no way you can get it?
Nah, there's no way
I tried for it, when the day you asked me to get it, I tried to get it, they didn't want to give it to me
And now already mad time passed
That sh*t was, what, like five months ago right?
Yeah, something like that

[Verse]
I ain’t even reach, all them n*ggas runnin’
On that block hate to see me comin’
TaTa copped a plea, “I’m only seventeen”
n*gga when I was your age I was buggin’
How am I a bully? I ain’t even old (I ain’t even old)
See a funny V' and I think it’s Sheik, n*gga, I'ma flock
And he gonna reverse and spiral out of control (Skrrt)
Back to the old (Back to the old me)
Flippin’ they sh*t like Olympics, n*gga, I’m goin’ for gold (I’m goin’ for gold, n*gga)
When I’m in the field it get messy, n*gga, I’m scorin’ a goal (I’m Messi, man)
Everything in life ain’t guaranteed
I guarantee you I got my pole, n*gga, that’s word to the bros
n*ggas want me dead? What? (n*ggas want me?)
Like I won’t kidnap Jenn and put bills on Dee head, huh? (Dee Billz)
They must’ve been born with defects (Hahaha)
Sheik gon’ turn to a detect' (Rat)
They whole gang did bad, bro strip Jah Woo and now he just a reject (Now he don’t chat)
n*gga mention Tony, we gon’ handle him
Kyle better be faster than Anderson
Get low, ima throw like a javelin (Uh huh)
Get him hit, leave him stiff like a mannequin
TaTa not Crip, he was panickin’
n*ggas lucky ion walk with a cameraman
(Word to bro I'm ’bout to start walkin’ with a cameraman, these n*ggas is-)
Don’t make me ask Avianne for the footage
What pain did y’all n*ggas put in?
I got soldiers, Vladimir Putin
This a door you don’t wanna step your foot in
I was fourteen, outdoors ready to crash
Makin’ n*ggas collapse (AR)
At sixteen you ain’t even had no hits, you on camera shakin’ your ass (KR)
It’s a difference, please don’t mention me
I'ma shoot any means necessarily
We’ll a slide down Chester every week
Gettin’ n*ggas knocked off my specialty
And my young n*ggas can’t even slide on y’all, ‘cause y’all ain’t even got no block
Y’all ain’t even got no packs, n*gga, y’all ain’t even got no opps
n*ggas must really think I’m soft
I was tryna take time off
n*gga, them shots be my call
Whole time I’m a slime ball
n*gga we be tired of givin’ out headshots
Told slime, "Aim for eye-balls"
And this sh*t on my hip on purpose, n*gga, I call this sh*t Pine-Sol
Now I’m ridin’ down Franklin Ave, tryna break a hockey stick in half
n*gga, how we losin’, y’all don’t know math?
Swear to god y’all don’t know the half
Told Lanie Lz we don’t want him, n*gga, that pack ain’t no gas
We’ll allow that ‘cause he bro but that don’t mean that he got a pass