Горилла

Shadows, there is a million of strangers Got no name, but they pulled up, tryna crack through my soul. Annoying stuff, I’m feeling low Freaking crowd, in need of flow. Used to blast you ready? Go! Until I strike, believe me. Adopted by streets - is ma crown. I paint the town with the weight that I’ve grown. You trace the sound, but you’re missin’ the tone. I cross the line - and I’m takin’ it all.