Prada Rose - Shade Lyrics

Kill or die
For a Grammy
Gotta do it
For the family
Niggas shook
Don't stand for nothing
Got em looking like Bambi
Sippin Henny
Mixed with Brandy
Guess it's time to up the ante
I'm just aiming for the head tops
Rappers looking like Orphan Annie
Door of my opportunity
Hard knocks
Always been supplied
Same block
From a different side
F*cked the same bitch
Telling different lies
In my pocket
Dawg you outta line
Outta sight
Nigga outta mind
Outta time
Till my wrist Devine
Everything is lit
Who gon match the shine
This is all I know
I won't break my code
Dawg is your
Word really bond though
Or is it a typo
Maybe you
Shouldn't just speak bro
You don't know the lingo
Maybe she
Do what I say so
Aim high
And lay low
Yea

I have the heart of a king
I have the blood of a slave
I have the soul of a god
You just hit the last of your days
All of the hate and the praise
I need a diamond appraised
If you gon be in the light
You gotta handle the shade

Two fifths
And bad bitch
With some thick hips
And some nice tits
Getting high in the cockpit
Let the money talk
Screaming nonsense
Skydiving to a mosh pit
Gotta lot of shit
On my conscious
Drinking till I'm unconscious
Being obsessed
And obnoxious
Double up
Cooking
Tryna get my butter up
Double up
With the bubble up
Gotta bunch of jawns
With a bubble butt
Going nuts
Always do too much
I can have it all
And never be enough
More money
More f*cking problems
My eyes wide
GOD is trust
They throwing dirt on my name
It had to go through the mud
It had to stand in the rain
F*ck it ok
I had to learn how to shine
I had to handle a fade
Go through a phase
I had to turn to a blade
You should be very afraid
We not the same
I might just die for the game
I might just kill for the gang

I have the heart of a king
I have the blood of a slave
I have the soul of a god
You just hit the last of your days
All of the hate and the praise
I need a diamond appraised
If you gon be in the light
You gotta handle the shade