THE FADES

[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 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?

[Verse 2: 3wayslim]
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

[Intermission: Monday Night]
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
I'm all that, nigga
Uh, yeah
It's Monday Night, nigga
Yeah, uh
Marina James shit, 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 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

[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 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 spirits 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!

[Outro: Big Kahuna OG]
Motherfucker (cocksucker)
Holly Block, man
Endless bars