22Gz - SHADOW

★ intro ★
Uh
Real badman music
(dubba-aa flexin')
All the killies dem
The steppas
(this is the sound)

★ chorus ★
Starin' down the barrel, turn him to a shadow, all you see is splatter (turn him to a ghost)
Nothing into something, made it out the dungeon, had to climb the latter (i had to climb the latter)
Black sheep, underdog, call me what you want cause it don't matter
Youngin's runnin' with the torch, made this buying jewelry shit a pattern (bling)
Since i jumped up off the porch, all i know is pull up make 'em scatter
Who invented this, who invented that, does it even matter? (does it even matter?)
Pull on side his whip, then i let it rip, watch the glass shatter

★ verse 1 ★
How they gon' open up his casket
We hit his face up with the ratchet
No second guessing, we be crashin'
You ain't gon' use it, never flash it
Pop out with blicky's, get to blasting
Screamin' free ❲?❳ until it's backwards
All we know is shoot, we some assassins
Niggas be dissin' for the fashion
Glock make him disappear like magic
Up and it's stuck, he say it's static
You see the diamonds, see the carats
You see the quality, it's valid
I got this drip way out in paris
Came a long way, i'm living lavish
Used to see roaches, hella attics
Now i wear cartiers and pateks
I just spent 20 on a baddie
We on a jet, we eating salad
Had to run up a bag, was living savage
I think i fell in love with getting cabbage
Private flight, we ain't gotta check the baggage
Niggas broke in they feeling, i be laughing
Lost some dogs to the streets, so i be snappin'
All this fly shit, i'm running out of captions

★ chorus ★
Starin' down the barrel, turn him to a shadow, all you see is splatter (turn him to a ghost)
Nothing into something, made it out the dungeon, had to climb the latter (i had to climb the latter)
Black sheep, underdog, call me what you want cause it don't matter
Youngin's runnin' with the torch, made this buying jewelry shit a pattern (bling)
Since i jumped up off the porch, all i know is pull up make 'em scatter
Who invented this, who invented that, does it even matter? (does it even matter?)
Pull on side his whip, then i let it rip, watch the glass shatter

★ verse 2 ★
Cover of the magazine, bitches tryna have three
Saw this shit all in my dreams, never thought that it'd be me
A lot of shit be happening, if they spot him it's a tragedy
With switches they shoot rapidly, them shottas get to wackin' 'em
Growing up to gun shots, sirens
Every other day a nigga dyin'
Ain't no name on bullets, they be flyin'
Lost my dog, i can still see him smilin'
What you know about hard times, pain
All the gun violence left a stain
Tryna eat, i'm dancing on the train
Nowadays they kill 'em for the fame
He get books, start telling on the gang
Emeralds and baguettes all in the ring
I just dropped some thousands on the chain
Know they rather see me in them chains
Looking back like look how far i came
I can't let an oppa leave me slain
Lost a few, i feel it when it rain
Always knew this street shit ain't a game

★ chorus ★
Starin' down the barrel, turn him to a shadow, all you see is splatter (turn him to a ghost)
Nothing into something, made it out the dungeon, had to climb the latter (i had to climb the latter)
Black sheep, underdog, call me what you want cause it don't matter
Youngin's runnin' with the torch, made this buying jewelry shit a pattern (bling)
Since i jumped up off the porch, all i know is pull up make 'em scatter
Who invented this, who invented that, does it even matter? (does it even matter?)
Pull on side his whip, then i let it rip, watch the glass shatter

★ outro ★
Shoutout the killies dem
Real badman dem
If you know you know
(this is the sound)
Steppa don't step
Watch what you step, watch what you rep
Fully, blicky
Brrrrr