Noah Goldstein - Fade (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rare Earth] Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' I feel it's fadin' I feel it's fadin' I feel it's fadin' I feel it's fadin' I feel it's [Verse 1: Price] They call me Price and with the mic I'm Zeus level, Zeus level Young black god shedding light on you devils n***as couldn't dig me if they had two shovels Curving all these models, I done ran through several Been there, done that, I.E. I run that Like the fire range started, Price feeling unmatched Rip the beat like a gift getting unwrapped If we was lettermans you wouldn't have one patch Line up all your favorite rappers, bet a n***a run laps 'Round each and every one of them, it's just a fun fact On they best day n***as get mad 'cause they get less pay Scared of the truth and that's the reason they don't press play Bow down like you heard Jehovah I need five million 'cause I'm worth the quota They still violating rights in North Dakota I refuse to let Trump f** us over, no! They been staging these attacks way before the Twin Towers I blame it on the slave masters in power Make the reservations I need Benihanas in an hour Wifey looking better than Teyana in the shower Aye, do it anywhere 'cause the s** right Oh, we in the backseat with the wet wipes Uh, first pipe down then wipe down Yeah, take a shower, smoke, then it's night-night now You gon' fade, we gon' get higher You gon' fade like the rubber on the tire You gon' fade like the jeans in the dryer Saying we gon' fade n***a you's a motherf**ing liar [Verse 2: Oktane] I been on my mark, you just set Step in the b**h, and everything get wet Already had Mustang, I need jets Already had that brain, I need s** Beast the young Oktane he need vets 'Cause nothing you got curing the venom in his chest Yes, sit back watch the young best-out-the-west bring the west out Mr. West on his own beat Yeah, you know me So, you gon' really have to show me And if you hated on a n***a you can blow me I'ma bring back rapping on a cold beat Like, like, by yourself though No a**istance my n***a, no help though See everybody around me got wealth Then forgot how to mob by yourself, it's stealth So yep n***a bring it back, loop it Finna make these n***as look stupid Like the girl in the club saying she looking for love still end up f**ing on losers Yeah Ray-Bans on, cruising At night 'cause I'm high, b**h move it Yeah 2017 no more watered-down-a**-n***as telling you they got the juice, 'cause we loose Bring your own girls, and your roommates Party like a Friday, on a Tuesday 'Cause it ain't much time when truth is the crime So tonight we going at it like it's doomsday 'Cause I f**ed up, she got jaded I'm tryna get like your love, faded Huh look mama, yeah we made it They all finna love us and we ain't go crazy