Fade to Black

Expression of various elements in life, including love, hate, blood, and pain, possibly linked to communication style.

Acknowledgment of thug life, the challenges represented by mud and rain, and asserting power through one's walk.

References to adrenaline rush, fighting, cuts, and scars, attributing them to the way the artist raps.

Mentions streets, jail, peace, and hell, suggesting a universal experience of fading to black for everyone.

Rejecting negativity, expressing a preference for being disliked over fake love, and emphasizing resilience and talent.

Fake love overrated I rather be most hated

Folks jaded hope made him a goal craving

Soul painting pictures with words his cold slang his

Saliva sophisticated how could I not spit

obnoxious rocks flip keeping a knot thick

watch this cops miss serving a hot fix

To nauseous cautious Joshua got this

My talent be a balcony over my personality

Im standing on top of it throwing rocks at who doubted me

Took tragedy and pain and I use that shit

To make hit records they like how he do that shit

Reiteration of the themes mentioned in lines 1-4, reinforcing the artist's life experiences and their impact.

Yo its the thug the game the mud the rain I stomp power in the way that I walk

You its rush the fight the cuts the slice my scar they tell me its the way that I rap

Yo its the streets the jail the peace the hell the fact that everybody fade to black blah

Delving into personal growth, facing criticism with evolving lyrics, and narrating a journey involving hustling and dreams.

I apol critics with lyrics they hearing I evolve

Through the block move the wop gone chase bucks

Laced chucks strut through the alley ways that made us

Hustler mind state dreams of the day

We be upping the crime rate jeans full of weight come on

Guzzling malt liquor scheme on the fake

Dirty money with cocaine cream on the blade

I lay this audio down horizontal

for blacks for whites for asians for vatos

I could vision marble floors from a pothole

World wanna know how I got dope

Recapitulation of the core themes, emphasizing the impact of life, the streets, and personal experiences leading to fading to black.

Yo its the thug the game the mud the rain I stomp power in the way that I walk

You its rush the fight the cuts the slice my scar they tell me its the way that I rap

Yo its the streets the jail the peace the hell the fact that everybody fade to black blah

Asserting authenticity in the music industry, addressing fake personas, detailing criminal experiences, and aligning music with the dope game.

Why you so mad cause Im really out here making It

Hit a few licks lil bitch I was taking shit

Now your girl mad oh she really on some hater shit

oh you gotta few guns but you aint pop none

I got my lil homie with me riding shot gun

oh you really came to play you got the wrong one

see im heavy in the paint I never flop none

Ima gangster my lil homies murderers

Ask about me in the streets bitch you know you heard of us

Oh yea I treat the music like the dope game

Yea you double up every time you mention my name

Claiming superiority in the rap game, emphasizing realness, power in walking and rapping, and asserting that everyone fades to black in comparison.

For real Real rap authentic power in the way that I walk

Power in these steps a lot of weight on these shoulders they tell me its the way that I rap

Aint nobody fucking us we the realest that everybody fade to black yea