12 a.m. Shadows

Yeah yeah (uh huh)

So sit back and take some notes
'Cause I'm at these rapper's throats (facts)
I gotta keep learning from the goats
At least who I think kills the microphone (you know)
Already hade some highs even had some lows
That's just how the game goes
But I want you all to know this the life that I forever chose (for life)
From no where I arose and I keep puttin' on a show (yeah)
But the fans are comin' slow 'cause I ain't gotta label to throw (hmmm)
A couple hundred thousand dollas to get the fans to holla (you get it?)
And I'm not dressed in Prada
So tomorrow I gotta find a way to get out of the shadow
It's hard to figure out how though (how?)
'Cause you gotta find a way to get the people listening to stay (yeah yeah)
To get all of your bills paid (facts)
The rap game's like playing spades
'Cause you gotta plan the cards you play
And what you say, I wanna live to see another day (I do)
So everyday I pray that I get the right picture displayed
The right message conveyed, so it don't blow up in my face
This ain't a race (at all) so I like to move at my own pace
'Cause I know that when it turns

Midnight, we come alive
Desires, these shadows hide
Wild eyes start to shine
Feels like paradise
Midnight, we come alive
Desires, these shadows hide
Wild eyes start to shine
Feels like paradise

One of the best next up and coming (true)
But they don't want to see me coming (at all)
It's not something I approve of (nope)
But I keep bustin' rhymes in lew of that (facts)
I can't fumble 'cause of stats (nope)
I'm not fallin' on the mat (at all)
Gotta get back on the right path (yep)
Put me on track to get a plaque (on track)
I'm not rapping cause of that
But it's a factor in the math (it is)
'Cause you can't live without some cash (you can't)
Only a poser gets attached (true)
I'm a composer with a match (facts)
Striking it up with lyrical rap (I am)
I'm on the map why would I cap (why?)
Why do you rap (why?)All of you crap!
Okay I get it you fucked on my bitch and you trap (I get it)
Write a new rap!
That song that you recycled should have been trashed (fuckboi)
You're gonna crash!
I'll watch you burn slow into ash, dump out a flask (dump it)
I'm hiding in the shadows with a mask, I'm on a task (I am)
It's twelve a.m. you know we smoking packs, bumping tracks, driving fast
It's a blast, ah yes sir
Running with the crew we produce only pressure (that heat)
Whole EP in queue, it's the move oh yes sir! (the move)

Midnight, we come alive
Desires, these shadows hide
Wild eyes start to shine
Feels like paradise
Midnight, we come alive
Desires, these shadows hide
Wild eyes start to shine
Feels like paradise