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shadows - .mp3 mafia lyrics

[intro]
hey, where’s rolo?

[chorus: jarou & kid judo]
real talk, i come out of the shadows
i’m hanging around like i come from the gallows
sh*t gettin’ deep, i ain’t come from the shallows
hop on the track and these rappers, i lap those
i lap ’em, they sound really nothing to me
want their green but there just ain’t enough in the tree
when i hop on the track this sh*t busting for free
i’m tough in the rain, no discussin’ bout me
my spot in this sh*t is solidified
try me once and i’ma just let it slide
not again ’cause there ain’t no second tries
can’t you tell by the look that is inside my eyes?
let ’em talk, i don’t care what that man say
one step, i be stickin’ to plan a
yes, i got kids ’cause i don’t got a plan b
but i know the first plan gon’ hand me a grammy (yuh)
[verse 1: kid judo]
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
i just pull up on her, man, i pull up in her interstate
i’ma grind, i’ma chase the bag like everyday
diamonds drippin’ so hard, pourin’ up that lemonade
yeah, i’m sippin’ on that good old minute maid
i’m with [?] and i’ma take her on a date
eating so good, i got that cash on my dinner plate
feelin’ so good, i cannot live any other way
livin’ my best life, i can’t even fake it
feelin’ so wild, yeah, i feel so outrageous
you got no room to judge, you just a plaintiff
call me jasiah ’cause i’m bout to break sh*t
speak till infinity, bars, they have symmetry
bring the life to the party, all the entities
[?] you can’t get the best of me
put down the cameras, there’s no documentaries

[verse 2: myles blue]
hop on the track, i’m losing my mind
i’m whippin’ ahead while they cruisin’ behind
record in my room, don’t need studio time
don’t ever want my words, i wan’t musical lies
[?] with my slime, my [?]
my shawty too cute she got beautiful eyes
[?] got me losin’ my mind
[?] (ayy, yuh)
i run it till i’m at the summit
the sums, they movin’ our budget [?]
time is money, multiply what i like
and then fight all the dumb sh*t, never a one hit
says a rookie, now look what they take off my page
try’n book me [?]
the age that it took me, i’ve been around the beat [?]
still tryna sell like the rooks be
[chorus: jarou]
real talk, i come out of the shadows
i’m hanging around like i come from the gallows
sh*t gettin’ deep, i ain’t come from the shallows
hop on the track and these rappers, i lap those
i lap ’em, they sound really nothing to me
want their green but there just ain’t enough in the tree
when i hop on the track this sh*t busting for free
i’m tough in the rain, no discussin’ bout me
my spot in this sh*t is solidified
try me once and i’ma just let it slide
not again ’cause there ain’t no second tries
can’t you tell by the look that is inside my eyes?
let ’em talk, i don’t care what that man say
one step, i be stickin’ to plan a
yes, i got kids ’cause i don’t got a plan b
but i know the first plan gon’ hand me a grammy

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