Rise Up Out The Shadow

Unveiling the Depths of Urban Desires
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Lyrics

I got ash on my collar shirt

I have ash on my collar shirt.

But where the stash at

Where is the stash hidden?

Hot drop smell like purp

The location smells like marijuana, but where is the high-quality weed?

But where the gas at main job flipping work

Main job involves flipping drugs, but where are the profits?

But where the bags at sit sly sippin syrup

Sitting discreetly, sipping codeine syrup, but where are the drug packages?

But where the yams at

Where are the drugs (possibly referring to MDMA or ecstasy)?

Pulling up with that iron passenger side

Driving with a gun on the passenger side.

When i dip and slide

When I make a quick move and avoid trouble.

Really i dont know why they switch sides

I genuinely don't understand why people change sides (betray).

And i stay in mine putting it passed on e

I focus on my business, even when facing difficulties.

Got enough bands on me all gone eat

I have enough money for everyone to benefit.

Yall just wanna believe

Others just want to believe in things without evidence.

Yall just wanna be seen all gone grieve

Others want to be seen without achieving anything; they will regret it.

I need mine way before your turn

I need my success long before your opportunity comes.

Where the cash at drip dry always surf

Where is the money? Always ready for success.

Where the swag at no lie thought you learned

Where is the style? I thought you already learned this.

Where the class at four xans no return

Where is the class? Taking four Xanax pills with no intention of returning.

Where the flats at

Where are the apartments or flats?

Running up with that fire take my time

Approaching with a weapon, taking my time before ending someone's life.

Then i end your life

It's not really a crime; I'm just taking what rightfully belongs to me.

Really it aint a crime get whats mine

Until you acknowledge, I'll keep bringing it back on my terms.

Till you recognize bringing it back on g

I have enough drug packages for everyone to enjoy.

Gotta enough bags on me all gone feast

Others don't want to compete with me.

Yall dont wanna compete

Others don't want to compete because they know they'll lose.

Yall dont wanna be beat all gone see

Others don't want to be beaten, but they'll eventually face defeat.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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