Shadytown, shadytown
All the drama in the underground
Shadytown, shadytown
All the drama in the underground
Tent city packed like shantytown
Just a stone's throw from the fancy town
Outside the bar crowd sipping on a cold shandy
Frothing on them rocks, wrong kind of ice candy
From the handyman with the opening gambit
The pawn shop, one-stop for black market bandits
The business is brisk, fine and dandy
Driving five deep with the feet still sandy
The beats cracking on the portable speaker
Where do they charge it? nobody knows either
Neck bob like pigeons in unison
Birds with the night vision def not innocent
Everything is undercover double agents
Merch-hawking peddlers, any shade of Asian
Motley crew of sneaker pimps and hustlers
Tech nerds, preachers, and loyal customers
Shadytown, shadytown
All the drama in the underground
Shadytown, shadytown
All the drama in the underground
It's like a number out of service, I can't call it
I'm a player not a ref, but my knowledge is solid
Navigate law and order, young soul feelin' older
Each passing cold shoulder, all sorts of odor
Parking lot staircase smelling like a urinal
Officer walks by heads down, a funeral
Public enemy numero uno, who knows
The kid went from finessing corners to rocking at the Blue Note
Eagle eyes glazed like bowls looking devilish
Sitting pretty on the other side of privilege
I seen roaches cyphering around food scraps with beverage
Feral cats in Point Panic running back streets
Lobster ramen with Kraft cheese at Walgreens
Eating somewhere between booze and Whole Foods
Live off of kombucha scoby and tofu
Shadytown, shadytown
All the drama in the underground
Shadytown, shadytown
All the drama in the underground