This is a song about "Shade"

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Chilling out in the shade

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

I could see its shade so clear i seen it in my head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

As i draw, sketchy cats dye, then gain shade like a color pencil.

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

#but #fuck #it like a gay parade, i'll leave y'all in that shade of gray,