Nate Palmer and Nicolas Smiths Fade

[Intro] [Verse 1] Nate Palmer’s on the grind, Fivem screen glowin’ bright, Rage in his veins, he’s spittin’ fire through the night. Controllers slammin’, lobby chat’s a battleground, “Y’all better run!”—his wrath shakes the whole damn town. Pixelated streets, he’s king with a trigger hand, But every headshot’s drownin’ plans he can’t command. [Chorus] Nate’s ragin’ in the game, Nicolas’ fade’s recedin’, Two worlds clash, but both their legends keep increasin’. Low taper’s slick, though the hairline’s takin’ flight, Nate’s fury burns, but Nic’s still shinin’ bright. [Verse 2] Nicolas Smith glides in, fresh cut defyin’ gravity, Mirror-checkin’ swagger, low taper’s a tragedy. Barber’s masterpiece, but time’s a sneaky thief, “It’s just a fade,” he laughs, flippin’ doubt to disbelief. Combover confidence, he owns the recedin’ game, While Nate’s still yellin’, “Bro, who took my username?!” [Bridge] Nate’s got a temper, Nic’s got style on lock, One’s fightin’ respawns, one’s clockin’ trends nonstop. Controllers crack, but clippers keep the b**t, Two legends in their lanes, never missin’ a heat. [Chorus] Nate’s ragin’ in the game, Nicolas’ fade’s recedin’, Two worlds clash, but both their legends keep increasin’. Low taper’s slick, though the hairline’s takin’ flight, Nate’s fury burns, but Nic’s still shinin’ bright. [Outro]