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]