Where Did Them Days Go

[Chorus]
Everyone acts so afraid
So they grab that strap and bang
Oh, how the times have changed
Where did the fades go?

I put this on the Brain
Everyone acts so afraid
So they grab that strap and bang
Where did the fades go?

Get what you payed fo'
We in your face, so
Don't be afraid, no
We'll let them thangs go

Who wants the fade, though?
Who wants the fade, though?
Who wants the fade, though?
Where did them days go?

[Verse 1: Dikulz]
They don't be chuckin' 'em, they be dumpin' 'em, everyone strapped with the heat
All these dum-dums got a gun, great, [punch pack of the piece ?]
I can't fuck wit' 'em, when you fuck wit' 'em, they just come back with police
See, I been jumped, [lumped ?] 'em up, once it happened with Z
I took Ls and I took wins
I [failed ?] and I took chins
Homies on the sideline like "Thai, you better whoop him"
Homies are getting booked in, locked up
Shot up 'cause they caught up in some unnecessary drama
Yeah, the time to change it, we keep 'em lackin' civility
Perhaps we just go back to the days of accountability
No Twitter beef and you [?] are killin' me
[?] had enough of this internet anonymity
Wish there be [?] the fade
Watch the plans you made just blow up like a hand grenade
I'll show up to your pad and make you fold up like a mattress, [?]
Hold up, we domesticated get attacked by a pack of strays
We, we clock of poodles, we knockin' noodles, our squad is brutal
My arm is out of my socket, tossin' this rocket through you?
You get more props if you box it out as you lost, is you walkin' out
Or you taught to go pop it out [?] boo-boo
Now listen here, I don't want y'all to misinterpret-ate
I get the difference in problems when you in certain states
It's different blocks, people have different terms to make
But we helpin' cops increasin', boost up the murder rate
Listen

You kids are being nothing but punks
Sissy fight
So quick to pick up a gun
You scared to take an ass whooping

That's the point they missin' they scared of losin' so they start shootin'
They all fooled by the illusion that's how respect is gained
Better man up, homie, you bet' not step away
Put the weapon down, hands up, let's catch the fade

[Chorus: Dikulz & Bleezo]
Everyone acts so afraid
So they grab that strap and bang
Oh, how the times have changed
Where did the fades go?

I put this on the Brain
Everyone acts so afraid
So they grab that strap and bang
Where did the fades go?

Get what you payed fo'
We in your face, so
Don't be afraid, no
We'll let them thangs go

Who wants the fade, though?
Who wants the fade, though? (Anybody?)
Who wants the fade, though? (That's what I thought)
Where did them days go?

[Verse 2: Bleezo]
'Cause these niggas don't wanna fistfight, they the bitch type
Get stuck with a crook right better sit tight, if I get hype, I'mma grip tight on your windpipe
We used to slapbox on the blacktop
Now, niggas wanna sit clutchin' their laptop on the caps lock
And I catch a mother fucker [?] like [?]
[Bounce out ?] and beat his ass with a padlock in a black sock
I'm so rotten, disgustin', a god to destruction, leave a nigga with [knocks ?] and concussions
Better follow the doctor's instructions, bitch, it's not for discussion
I'm a walkin' molotov, when I get hot, it's combustion
Marijuana consumption with a [Glock ?] and it's suction
If it's problems, it's nothin', I'll slide niggas like the hottest production
Sockin' and stompin' [?] niggas 'til their noggin is gushin' ([Mafia, ?] cousin)
Cats wanna see me locked in a dungeon (Stop with your frontin')
You niggas don't want no issues at all
I don't give a fuck [?] small
I'm quick feudin' brawl
Gon' get piece 'til it's win, lose or draw
(Takin' errything, nigga) tennis shoes and all, naw
They never been afraid of the fade
[?]
Tell a mother fucker that I rush a nigga when he's takin' a stage
Stay in your lane, cuz, you ain't on my page, or ain't with the games
Talkin' all that shits, you better call it quits
'Cause if I ball my fist then y'all get bit, we never saw him hit him

Ooohh, oh you bad now
You bad, you gotta shoot somebody, now
Well, here I am
Come on, shoot me

You better kill me if you do
'Cause I got hitters in the vicinity and they really finna shoot
When situations get gritty, niggas shivering in they boots
Put your sissies in the booth. It ain't envy, it's the truth

[Chorus]
Everyone acts so afraid
So they grab that strap and bang
Oh, how the times have changed
Where did the fades go?

I put this on the Brain
Everyone acts so afraid
So they grab that strap and bang
Where did the fades go?

Get what you payed fo'
We in your face, so
Don't be afraid, no
We'll let them thangs go

Who wants the fade, though?
Who wants the fade, though?
Who wants the fade, though?
Where did them days go?