[Intro: Rare Earth]

Your love is fadin'

Your love is fadin'

Your love is fadin'

I feel it's fadin'

I feel it's fadin'

I feel it's fadin'

I feel it's fadin'

I feel it's

[Verse 1: Price]

They call me Price and with the mic I'm Zeus level, Zeus level

Young black god shedding light on you devils

Niggas couldn't dig me if they had two shovels

Curving all these models, I done ran through several

Been there, done that, I.E. I run that

Like the fire range started, Price feeling unmatched

Rip the beat like a gift getting unwrapped

If we was lettermans you wouldn't have one patch

Line up all your favorite rappers, bet a nigga run laps

'Round each and every one of them, it's just a fun fact

On they best day

Niggas get mad 'cause they get less pay

Scared of the truth and that's the reason they don't press play

Bow down like you heard Jehovah

I need five million 'cause I'm worth the quota

They still violating rights in North Dakota

I refuse to let Trump fuck us over, no!

They been staging these attacks way before the Twin Towers

I blame it on the slave masters in power

Make the reservations I need Benihanas in an hour

Wifey looking better than Teyana in the shower

Aye, do it anywhere 'cause the sex right

Oh, we in the backseat with the wet wipes

Uh, first pipe down then wipe down

Yeah, take a shower, smoke, then it's night-night now

You gon' fade, we gon' get higher

You gon' fade like the rubber on the tire

You gon' fade like the jeans in the dryer

Saying we gon' fade nigga you's a motherfucking liar

[Verse 2: Oktane]

I been on my mark, you just set

Step in the bitch, and everything get wet

Already had Mustang, I need jets

Already had that brain, I need sex

Beast the young Oktane he need vets

'Cause nothing you got curing the venom in his chest

Yes, sit back watch the young best-out-the-west bring the west out Mr. West on his own beat

Yeah, you know me

So, you gon' really have to show me

And if you hated on a nigga you can blow me

I'ma bring back rapping on a cold beat

Like, like, by yourself though

No assistance my nigga, no help though

See everybody around me got wealth

Then forgot how to mob by yourself, it's stealth

So yep nigga bring it back, loop it

Finna make these niggas look stupid

Like the girl in the club saying she looking for love still end up fucking on losers

Yeah Ray-Bans on, cruising

At night 'cause I'm high, bitch move it

Yeah 2017 no more watered-down-ass-niggas telling you they got the juice, 'cause we loose

Bring your own girls, and your roommates

Party like a Friday, on a Tuesday

'Cause it ain't much time when truth is the crime

So tonight we going at it like it's doomsday

'Cause I fucked up, she got jaded

I'm tryna get like your love, faded

Huh look mama, yeah we made it

They all finna love us and we ain't go crazy