THE FADES lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Drums, hehe

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
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 n*ggas 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 b*tch, you know how I operate
You come and get all the smoke my chopper make
Pushin' some sh*t like it's from outer space
My b*tch stomach flat, ass so fat, the sh*t look outta place (Ha)
Your b*tches is fat and out of shape
I'm buying all the new sh*t 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 f*ck it's at, b*tch?
Where the f*ck it's at, b*tch?

[Verse 2: 3wayslim]
Don't let me catch you on the blind side, drunker than mob ties
Feelin' so high, think a n*gga 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, n*ggas 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 n*ggas is rats
I take my chance, I'm 'bout to swing with the bat, I'm all that
[Intermission: Monday Night]
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
I'm all that, n*gga
Uh, yeah
It's Monday Night, n*gga
Yeah, uh
Marina James sh*t, you heard me?

[Verse 3: Monday Night]
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 n*gga 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 sh*t)
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 n*ggas outliers (pus*y)
Stop cryin', I had to call n*ggas out (Call n*ggas out)
Stop lyin', I had to stall n*ggas out (Stop lyin'), it's not flyin', n*gga
(It's not flyin', n*gga)
It's not flyin', n*gga
[Verse 4: Big Kahuna OG]
O-G
Scheme Team, cleanup crew, new Billy Mays
Flame resistant fits, 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 n*ggas 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 b*tch
Ain't it dope between the legs, I'm getting b*tches for a fix
Hitting late just for the night, spit this flow for y'all to bite
f*ck ya life, if you 12 or opps
Probably thought you f*cking 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
n*ggas know the protocol, Kahuna for the play, ay
Talk sh*t more than you pray, that sh*t definitely gay
Fans get smacked off the plate, this sh*t definitely gay
Through the bullsh*t, I could say, y'all spirits kept me straight
Destiny, foreshadow the battles I had to meet
Blunt and a mash dooey, expensive ass accessory
Endless sh*ttalking, supercharged often chemically
Run your fade separately, them snitches singing heavenly, f*ck em!
[Outro: Big Kahuna OG]
Motherf*cker (c*cksucker)
Holly Block, man
Endless bars