Shadows Lyrics

Yeah
So when you listen to this, I want you to imagine like
As soon as I start rapping
Like I came into the booth
And I started rapping
When I started rapping
I walked in, put the headphones on
And I was just like

Hit the strip club
Got blue balls went home and jerked off
Ate a chicken patty, took a shower
NBA 2K game sliders Juwan Howard
Hitting threes you mad?
Nigga please
I got black sage, Johnny Cage, diamonds not today
Pay tuition before I ever cop a chain
Other rappers tried to sway into my lane
But I got game for a lame
And Puerto Rican Martha Stewart
I'm sitting on her lap while she pat me on my back
Like my mom's wearing Baby Phat
A hundred emoji, prayer hands, fire, its lit
I thank God for this gift
And if I ever win a Grammy I'll do something worthy of a gif
Kiss my momma then I'm back to this Motel 6
Can't show emotion like I'm Drago
I'm blessed from a city where I'm tryna grow taller than the shadows

Shadows of the night
Shadows of the Pru
Shadows of the sky
What I'm supposed to do

Shadows of the night
Shadows of the past
Shadows of the city
Shadows growing fast

Shadows of the night
Shadows of the Pru
Shadows of the sky
What I'm supposed to do Shadows of the night
Shadows of the past
Shadows of the city
Shadows growing fast

And every rapper ain't a God
Every album ain't a movement
I say what a weird day
'Cause every day we on some new shit
Gettin' bigger than a fat bitch
Say I got an accent, then front a couple thousand
Got 'em screaming, f*ck that bitch
I remember when I used to shovel get some cash quick
Go to Foot Locker get some kicks and go to school
So I can have a couple niggas hate on mine
Like they just average
My nigga who asked you?
My niga who asked you?
Weird rapper I just passed you
[?] look mad at you
Oh now look you mad
Your face done turn sideways like ass groove
I'ma pave the way for all the niggas from my city, gettin busy
But you hate 'cause you don't peep their creativity, like
Derek, Timmy, Stizzy, Goodwin, OG, [?], Reefy, Bari, Shami, [?]
[?], Taco, Sam, Hassan, [?], [?], [?] Mars, Jefe, Fancy
Oy Vey, Mikey, [?], Lucy, [?]
The list goes on for days and years
But I just got this instrumental
This remind me of the times when me and pops wore matching timbos
Running from the storms
The doors unlocked, that's half the battle
Salt up in my shoes, I'm tryna grow taller than the shadow

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