Steppin in the shadow

Uh…

Skrrt, skrrt…

Jets flyin’ overhead, block hot, city cold…

We outside.

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Mask on tight, hoodie low in the function,

Ops online but they duckin’ the junction.

Slide through the block, see the lights, no discussion,

.40 make a beat, got percussion, concussion.

Shorty want a bag, but the bag full of pressure,

Glock in the dresser, money stack like Tetris.

Chrome on my side, I ain’t talkin’ no Tesla,

Drill in the field, every step is a lecture.

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We step in the shadows, the city gon’ echo,

Drums in the track sound louder than techno.

Ops move foul, we slide with the metal,

Whole block shake when we dance with the devil.

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Skrrt off the scene with the tires still screechin’,

Hood full of demons, every corner got preachin’.

Money on my mind, that’s the only allegiance,

Tryna stack mills, leave the block, find freedom.

But I’m deep in the game, can’t sleep, no snoozin’,

Eyes on the prize, every loss just a bruisin’.

Grew up with the wolves, now we howl at the moon,

Jets in the sky, they salute when we move.

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We step in the shadows, the city gon’ echo,

Drums in the track sound louder than techno.

Ops move foul, we slide with the metal,

Whole block shake when we dance with the devil.

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Yeah…

Jets flyin’ overhead…

NY drill, real life, no pretend…

We step, we slide, it don’t end.