[Hook 2x: Fred The Faded]
Tryna feast off me
That's a fiend routine
Always actin' Imma call you boys the green screen team
And I mean these things
You is deemed obscene
Ain't stop hatin' since the second that they seen me dream

Tryna fool the boy that's that phony shit it ain't gon' sell with me
Tryna come around I send em off like they some mail ta me
N***as buns and tryna catch up tell em hold the relish b
I ain't even up and I already feel the jealousy

[Verse 1: Fred The Faded]
Gotta keep my poise, got some haters tryna throw me off
Go get employed, told my momma music is my job
'Fore I made that choice, I'll admit it I was kinda lost
Now I'm makin' noise, I been buildin' you would think I'm Bob
An architect
Who they market next?
Fred The Faded yes (YAH)
Imma target I just use the flow ta wash away the stress
N***as playin' old games they be on that Sega shit
Way I fucked the game n***as think I'm on some rapist shit
Press charge...
Press charge, Press charge
Judge respond...
Case closed, free of charge
Next bars...
Really gonna leave some deeper scars
Hit the show and rock it James Harden way I'm blastin' off
[Hook 2x: Fred The Faded]
Tryna feast off me
That's a fiend routine
Always actin' Imma call you boys the green screen team
And I mean these things
You is deemed obscene
Ain't stop hatin' since the second that they seen me dream

Tryna fool the boy that's that phony shit it ain't gon' sell with me
Tryna come around I send em off like they some mail ta me
N***as buns and tryna catch up tell em hold the relish b
I ain't even up and I already feel the jealousy

[Verse 2: Fred The Faded]
Self employed
Self employed
N***as sweet as Chips Ahoy
I'm annoyed
Garbage rappers really out here makin' noise
Make the choice
Cut em from your playlist 'fore they have a voice
Tryna snatch the title belt the boy kinda feelin' like Floyd
Imma love they faces when I hoist it in the air
Actin' pussy grow a pair
Out in Denver nothin' rareee
With the sac Demarcus Ware
On my captain shit
Imaginin'
N***as claim they got the picture but can't even caption it
[Hook 2x: Fred The Faded]
Tryna feast off me
That's a fiend routine
Always actin' Imma call you boys the green screen team
And I mean these things
You is deemed obscene
Ain't stop hatin' since the second that they seen me dream

Tryna fool the boy that's that phony shit it ain't gon' sell with me
Tryna come around I send em off like they some mail ta me
N***as buns and tryna catch up tell em hold the relish b
I ain't even up and I already feel the jealousy