My Shadow - Gucci Mane

Fifty thousand dollars all in the air and shit

Brick Squad, dope boi, and the money man

Gucci!

I’m a so Icey veteran so you can’t say beginners luck

All my boys tote choppaz so your best bet robbin' armored trucks

Georgia boys don’t give a fuck, we’ll jack you then we’ll tie you up

50−50 chance that we’ll trick you if you shop with us

Boulder crest so dirty dirty, zone six boys tote thirty thirties

Glock 9 under Falcon jerseys make you need some plastic surgery

Bandana under my eye, hat so low can’t see my face

And if you got them cake to bake then Gucc might do a home invasion

Hi my name is Gucci Gucci meet my homeboy Mackie Slug

Sawed-off AR pulled out shorty you know I got extra slugs

Black T still on when I mob, black lugz still on when I walk

Black pistol 23 my nigga he’ll think that’s my second job

I walk around the city like, it don’t matter

The earth my turf nobody tries me cause they know better

So save the chit chatta I’m too deep you boys shallow

I run 4 deep me and myself and I and plus my shadow

Shadow, my shadow, hold me down for whateva

Even if I tried my best I couldn’t run from my shadow

So no matter, how wealthy that I get he’s not jealous

So when I have no one to talk to, I talk to my shadow!

Yeah I’m thorough, under my polo, I’m out on promo

Got these tear drops, under my izzeye, don’t make it one more

And I had kilos, one for like 2−0, that was 0−4

I had drizzo, you bad da smizzo, but keep it low though

Don’t tell the po-po, I’m friend with fizzo, cause that’s a no-no

Smokin' guido, me and my vatos, but you’s a bozo

I’m passin' low yo, down to La Plizzo, this shit like Wayco

I got candy paint on my '74, your shit from Maaco

And off the tizzop, connect the dizzots, I’m building legos

Ran the tizan just like them waffles, I call them eggos

I got hundreds, all in my pocket, a stupid bank roll

If ya try me, coroner gon' wrap you, up like an egg roll

I walk around the city like, it don’t matter

The earth my turf nobody tries me cause they know better

So save the chit chatta I’m too deep you boys shallow

I run 4 deep me and myself and I and plus my shadow

Shadow, my shadow, hold me down for whateva

Even if I tried my best I couldn’t run from my shadow

So no matter, how wealthy that I get he’s not jealous

So when I have no one to talk to, I talk to my shadow!

Bricks, all white bricks

Corner-boy I probably sold more rocks than a rock pit

Tryin' to fill my shoes is like an armless man with chops sticks

Got a dark brown soft top bentley chocolate

I’m so mach 6, homeboy you so not shit

Playin' free can’t come touch me cause you’re not it

I’m on fire steaming hot, I can boil grits

Jet-Li with the shoes, Gucci rockin' new kicks

ATLiens baby girl let’s have a moon day

Got 8 bedrooms I’m dying for a roommate

I was home schooled, I didn’t have a schoolmate

Psych! I went to trap school 60K in 12th grade

I’m a millionaire but self-made wealth craze

Like a junkie cravin' bricks so I’m in kitchens all day

I’m a millionaire but self-made wealth craze

Like a junkie cravin' bricks so I’m in kitchens all day

Skrrrr!

I walk around the city like, it don’t matter

The earth my turf nobody tries me cause they know better

So save the chit chatta I’m too deep you boys shallow

I run 4 deep me and myself and I and plus my shadow

Shadow, my shadow, hold me down for whateva

Even if I tried my best I couldn’t run from my shadow

So no matter, how wealthy that I get he’s not jealous

So when I have no one to talk to, I talk to my shadow!