My Shadow Gucci Mane
"My Shadow" by Gucci Mane, released in 2017, is a hip-hop track (#HipHop) that explores themes of loyalty, self-reflection, and the struggles of fame. The lyrics convey a sense of isolation despite success, highlighting the importance of true friends. Unique elements include catchy hooks and a melodic beat, contributing to its cultural resonance in the rap scene.
[Intro]
Fifty thousand dollars all in the air and shit
Brick Squad, dope boy, and the money man
Gucci!
[Verse 1]
I'm a so Icey veteran so you can't say beginner's luck
All my boys tote choppas 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 a plastic surgery
Bandana under my eye, hat so low can't see my face
And if you got them cakes for baking then Gucc' might pull 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 lugs on still when I walk
Black pistol 23 my nigga he'll think thats my second job
[Chorus]
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 whatever
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
Fifty thousand dollars all in the air and shit
Brick Squad, dope boy, and the money man
Gucci!
[Verse 1]
I'm a so Icey veteran so you can't say beginner's luck
All my boys tote choppas 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 a plastic surgery
Bandana under my eye, hat so low can't see my face
And if you got them cakes for baking then Gucc' might pull 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 lugs on still when I walk
Black pistol 23 my nigga he'll think thats my second job
[Chorus]
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 whatever
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
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