Graymatter (producer), Big Kahuna OG, Monday Night, 3wayslim, Conway The Machine - THE FADES lyrics

Drums, hehe

Yeah shotty quake
Hit his body and made his body shake (Brrrr)
I heard the bones in his body break (Huh)
Ain't nobody safe
The hardest out when I drop a tape (Facts)
Bar for bar, man, these niggas do not equate
(Not at all)
Workin' with feds, you cooperate
Buck fifty side of your face
Can't convince me that you not a snake
I sold a lot of base
But I ain't learn about the pots too late
And all the profit I could make
That's my mistake
Machine bitch, you know how I operate
You come and get all the
Smoke my chopper make
Pushin' some shit like it's from outer space
My bitch stomach flat, ass so fat


The shit look outta place (Ha)
Your bitches is fat and out of shape
I'm buying all the new shit that Prada make
You cannot relate (I need all that)
And if I find out you got a safe
I'm kickin' your door
Throw the llama to your momma face
Where the fuck it's at, bitch?
Where the fuck it's at, bitch?

Don't let me catch you on the blind side
Drunker than mob ties
Feelin' so high, think a nigga could skydive
Like why try?
Knowin' I'm the wave like the high tide
Tsunami, the punani, double O got the odd job
My ock Goldy got the burnin' desire
I want the smoke like I'm burnin' a tire
You dyin' tonight, niggas losin'
You ain't tryin' it right
Panhandle your girl's mandible
I'm droppin' sauce like at
The manual or handimobile
Won't hesitate to break through the gate
Predestined for it, my ascension is fate
I'm authentic Swingman, what I'm saying
You're fake i can't wait on nobody
So I change up the date
The forecast say it's gon' rain like the lake
I'm in the basement, moldin' records
Searchin' for success (Yo)
223s is heat-seekin', searchin' at your chest
Under the subway in New York
I think you niggas is rats
I take my chance, I'm 'bout
To swing with the bat, i'm all that

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah i'm all that, nigga
Uh, yeah it's Monday Night, nigga
Yeah, uh marina James shit, you heard me?

Yeah, uh i been rollin' up dead leaves
The red leaves fall like I
Smoke like exhaust pipes (Yurrr)
I had a hard night
Like nigga you tryna wrong rights
(Wrong rights) i mean, right or wrong
I write a song on long nights
(I'm always writin')
Or playin' Tiger Bomb right
After them long flights i ain't trippin'
I knew you'd tell me the wrong price
(Yo, I ain't trippin') so I ain't listen
They got me pitchin' that star price
(Real shit) some stones glisten
My phone missin' at bar fights
(Beat his ass) i'm road whippin'
I'm road runnin' that car twice (Gone)
If Tone spittin'
I'm Ghost dippin' in Thug Life (For real)
I'm home chillin' or I'm outside
With the fog lights you Mrs doubtfire
I doubt fire'll go off twice (I doubt fire)
Snitches get they mouth wired
I'm high on the couch fired (Couch fired)
Five cigars to go, the only way my parties go
(Smokin')
Look like a house fire, buryin' stout by ya
(Backwood) even the drought fire
Get outlined if niggas outliers (Pussy)
Stop cryin', I had to call niggas out
(Call niggas out)
Stop lyin', I had to stall niggas out
(Stop lyin') , it's not flyin', nigga
(It's not flyin', nigga)
It's not flyin', nigga

O-G
Scheme Team, cleanup crew, new Billy Mays
Flame resistant fit's, metal leather
Raw denim take the Draco for a walk
Rarely ever leave the law
You'll be waiting til dawn
Even in 'em camouflage
Look, all my Holly niggas
Specialise in self-defence snake, monkey
Crane dragon leave you bloody nose suspects
Me, I had to learn the Tiger
Curse my life to gain defence
Just like plenty of the challenge
Tryna calculate the risk
Self-defending on my wound
Got the ride or die bitch
Ain't it dope between the legs
I'm getting bitches for a fix
Hitting late just for the night
Spit this flow for y'all to bite
Fuck ya life, if you 12 or opps
Probably thought you fucking had me
When the trap floor dropped
No, cos if I die
It's contingency plan set in place
Assassinations to coup, to Section 8
Young minds rejuvenate, revive Kahuna sooner
Look, before I educate
Then watch a lil embry-ate
Smoke heavyweight, make my body so separate
Niggas know the protocol, Kahuna
For the play, ay
Talk shit more than you pray
That shit definitely gay
Fans get smacked off the plate
This shit definitely gay
Through the bullshit, I could say
Y'all spirit's kept me straight
Destiny, foreshadow the battles I had to meet
Blunt and a mash dooey
Expensive ass accessory endless shittalking
Supercharged often chemically
Run your fade separately, them
Snitches singing heavenly, fuck em!
Motherfucker (cocksucker) holly Block, man
Endless bars