It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-U-S
You just lay down slow
The flows are being copied at Kinkos
Kinda like Vegas did to Reno
But it's only one Push Tarantino
The only gun in the room held by a gringo
Cinco de Mayo, powder to the pyro
Sing a lullaby to you stans like I'm Dido
It's proven suicidal
When you turn your idols into rivals
My brother turned a brick into a bible
Hov turned Apple into Tidal
Tom Brady still throwing spirals
The Bulls legacy is all Michael's
Kawhi blacking out in the Finals
You witnessing the best of both cycles, ya

I been used to playing in the shadows
I been-I been-I been
I been used to playing in the shadows
Every snake doesn't have a rattle
I been used to playing in the shadows
I been-I been-I been
I been used to playing in the shadows
Every snake doesn't have a rattle

I been used to playing in the shadows
Every snake doesn't have a rattle
But every hand gun has a barrel
For snitch niggas siding with the gavel
Porche 911 when I paddle
Baby calf leather on the saddle
These Cartier wrists got me shackled
The shipment is sealed with the vacuum
For twenty plus shows you what the crack do
It's like a second language when it's natural
Two hundred thousand on my clavicle
I show it off cruising down your avenues
Momma said there won't be another after you
And everyone that came before was only half of you
Jealousy breeds hate, you know what that'll do
Set me off, have these bullets chasing after you, Push

I been used to playing in the shadows
I been-I been-I been
I been used to playing in the shadows
Every snake doesn't have a rattle
I been used to playing in the shadows
I been-I been-I been
I been used to playing in the shadows
Every snake doesn't have a rattle

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Joshua Paul Davis, Terrence Thornton