Hundred Dollar Fade

[Intro]
Hundred dollar fade
Watch the mirror
Whole shop paid
Yeah, the vision getting clearer (woo)
[Verse 1]
Fade house, pull up on a mission
Line wrapped long like a Black Friday ticket
Hustle in the clipper, every buzz got ambition
Cash in the drawer, but the dream worth digits
Saeed by the door, he the first one in
Daze still sharp when the daylight dim
Sean in the back, stackin’ racks off trims
Kayla lace waves, make ’em pray like hymns (yeah)
Chris tap tap, clean part so mean
Johnny keep the jokes but the edge so clean
Lalo hit designs like a mural on skin
Every chair throne, every cut kingpin
[Chorus]
Best shop in the city, that’s a hundred dollar fade
You ain’t talkin’ money if you askin’ for a grade (nah)
Perfect cuts, clean shaves, that’s the way we made
From Los Angeles concrete to the top we blaze (woo)
Hundred dollar fade, watch the hustle in the mirror
Hundred dollar fade, every line draw clearer
Hundred dollar fade, if you broke, come richer
Walk in lookin’ tired, walk out like a winner (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Clippers start singin’ when the gate roll up
First cut 10am, still they stayed till dusk
Talking plays in the mirror, every chair that trust
Where the blueprint built out the backroom dust
Posters on the wall, but the future in sight
Cash app ping every Friday night
Necks brushed off, but we brush off doubt
Turn a side street shop to a word-of-mouth route
LA sun hit chrome on the chair like gold
Stories in the cape that ain’t never been told
From the block to the boardroom, same front door
But the price tag say what the grind paid for (paid for)
[Chorus]
Best shop in the city, that’s a hundred dollar fade
You ain’t talkin’ money if you askin’ for a grade
Perfect cuts, clean shaves, that’s the way we made
From Los Angeles concrete to the top we blaze
Hundred dollar fade, watch the hustle in the mirror
Hundred dollar fade, every line draw clearer (yeah)
Hundred dollar fade, if you broke, come richer
Walk in lookin’ tired, walk out like a winner (let’s go)

rap, West Coast bounce with a glossy trap sheen, male vocals, swung drums and deep subs under hazy synth pads. Verses tight and percussive, hook chanted with layered gang vocals and ad-libs. Short drops between lines for barber name shout-outs, occasional vinyl stop for emphasis. Mix keeps the vocal crisp like a razor edge, roomy reverb on key words for swagger., barbershop, clean