Runthafade

[Intro: Fly Anakin] Praise Allah, let it shine Praise Allah, let it shine Praise Allah, let it shine Praise Allah [Verse 1: Pink Siifu] Yo That shit swinging, all night and day Another day, same thing New location, we used to it Neighbours complain, I don't know why, get used to it In the trenches, need a lift, that shit moving Banging like speakerphone songs Blast the heat, seeing God In that living room, she a god and a hoe too, it's duality Niggas mad, bitches mad, I don't talk to em actually Found water through the drought Shit old school like it's [?] That [?], niggas get it on their own two feet Move [?], while the [?] kings on the news morning Pigs on the loose, let the shots speak warning Try to shine that Cranberry, that wine good Screw the speaker nigga, so share that wine cork Smoke a leaf up Niggas talk but won't pull up in your timezone I don't see on my fade, talking pussy, that iPhone Run the fade [Verse 2: Fly Anakin] Yo, yo, yo, yo Word up nigga, you off [?] Speak on the [?], creating players, SWIV on the scene Thinking Allah's dream but kick it so it comes off as mean Intimidate the weak, rally the sheep They said the storm coming, pain on my plus My short come is give a nigga leeway to get paid, I grab it then cage Then hold the bullshit you spitting kicking, Ms Got a visit from out of [?] to see him sprouting, grow with precision Hard to mention all my turbulent paths We laid in the grass with bitches plotting Hyde to skip class, itchy ass Ring up on shawty with no mask, overhead, smack it with the [?] Smoking my opponents like it's over, inside the rhythms on ya I pass my way to the [?] Cold demons on the trail, turn to Pootie with the belt Feds following the sale but it was vinyl in the mail I seen it coming since the [?] but now it's here and you can tell [Outro: Dialogue]