Temp Fade lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Finally)
(Deuxe made this one)

[Verse]
sh*t get real
They say I need to get out the hood, I need to be in the hills
Said that I should've played football if I wanna be in the field
Young n*gga thuggin' for real
Break in a car, then go hit the studio, I still ain't signed a deal
Break in a car, then go hit the studio
Shooter, Ricky, talkin' 'bout Rubio
Ricky Rubio, still waitin' for a n*gga to go to the studio
Set-up vibe, this b*tch is a groupie ho
Set-up vibe
I don't give a f*ck 'bout n*ggas cliquin' up, we gon' come divide
Still gettin' my hair cut up in the hood, I don't even care if they slide
Damn, what the f*ck were they drivin'?
Frrt, this b*tch hit anybody
Your Glock just collectin' dust, huh, it ain't collectin' bodies
These b*tches collectin' di*k, huh, they collectin' bodies
Strikin', that was my favorite hobby
First, we was breakin' in houses, we was some young n*ggas, we was tryna cash for a blick
Grandma, she used to whoop me, take off her shoe, then she'd pick out a switch, hmm
I got older, I got a gun, grandma, this is a switch, huh
We got older, our favorite word, we finna go free pick
Somebody knock on the door, they don't come, it's a go
If I need a breakdown, I go to Face, if I need a whole bag, then I go to Lo
Chevron right across from the drive-thru liquor, they can't post at that store
n*gga keep actin' like they just gettin' some pape', boy, that sh*t on the floor (Literally)
Literally (Literally)
On the concrete
GK, but some people know him by Josh, he work backseats
I don't know nothin' about that ffft (At all), don't even ask me
Quick to tell my plug a certain number, he can't tax me
(Quick to tell my plug a certain number)