Shadows
The man dem in the shadows, they lurking in the hallways
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
The man dem in the shadows, they lurking in the hallways
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
If you want this smoke all my niggas finna roll up
The metal to chest a solid gear, don't make it throw up
Please don't make them pull the trigger
You say the wrong thing they'll light your ass up like a cigar
Man like kp with the strap, he catch an opp in sight
Trust that he gon' make it clap
Boys abre, girls abre too, you breathe in her direction
She gon' leave you outta breath too
Boy I come from a dangerous place
Everyone's out to get you, tryna take you out the race
Once you leave your mama's place, a target's on your back
You might even catch a case
Fuck olopa and their rules they're always out to get you
Pin stuff you didn't do on you
You see why we hate them dudes, they're never in our favour
So what else are we gon' do
The man dem in the shadows, they lurking in the hallways
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
The man dem in the shadows, they lurking in the hallways
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
The man dem in the shadows, they lurking in the hallways
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
If you want this smoke all my niggas finna roll up
The metal to chest a solid gear, don't make it throw up
Please don't make them pull the trigger
You say the wrong thing they'll light your ass up like a cigar
Man like kp with the strap, he catch an opp in sight
Trust that he gon' make it clap
Boys abre, girls abre too, you breathe in her direction
She gon' leave you outta breath too
Boy I come from a dangerous place
Everyone's out to get you, tryna take you out the race
Once you leave your mama's place, a target's on your back
You might even catch a case
Fuck olopa and their rules they're always out to get you
Pin stuff you didn't do on you
You see why we hate them dudes, they're never in our favour
So what else are we gon' do
The man dem in the shadows, they lurking in the hallways
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
The man dem in the shadows, they lurking in the hallways
They're gon' get you if you rattle
Olopa wouldn't save you, they're gonna first extort you
Then they'll send you down to Satan
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Writer(s): Frank Jones Ogbonna
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