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Shady
Hip-Hop/Rap
Shady was released on May 3, 2026 by Teknique Records as a part of the album Shady - Single
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Release DateMay 3, 2026
LabelTeknique Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phillip Charles Bland
Phillip Charles Bland
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phillip Charles Bland
Phillip Charles Bland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phillip Charles Bland
Phillip Charles Bland
Engineer

Lyrics

MT going crazy
Stacked my potatoes, I re-upped on gravy
I be going
Uh MT going crazy
Stacked my potatoes, I re-upped on gravy
I be going nuts, I'm fiending for babies
Counting my M's but leave out the shady
People be dry
The second I come around trying to say hi
They seem like they hate me
He can get fried if he gon' betray me
He gon' get fried, he steaming and baking
Homie got cooked now he screaming and shaking
Your bro overcooked
Took the grease out the bacon
My bro just got booked like some pieces of paper
But hopefully should be free any day now
I'm from the hood of North Philly
Pull up you know I got them bouls with me
We got the sound the world envy
Tell your shawty I'm taken, my girl stingy
So tell me who used to feel sorry
And used to feel heartbreak
And pain without rotting
Tell me who worked 80 hours
Then joined in the army
And made my pop proud of me
Tell me who was suicidal upon his arrival
Then came to drop bodies
I overcame like I'm rocky
All of the pain cannot stop me
They don't do no rapping
But his throat yapping
And your mouth wide?
Well I'm finna close that then
You don't know that kid
Why approach that man?
When he come by
Show him what a toe tag is
No resting
I'm stepping in
Give me a op that you think I ain't better than
Trust and believe I'm giving this effort
But when I perform it I make it seem effortless
Definitely a beast and I bet you that's
Why they be going to the exit
The second I step on the scene (Uh)
I got the lead for the sheep (Uh)
Guess that the shepherd is me (Yuh)
Hand me my blessings
Honestly, I'm not a fan of the presents
Honestly, I'm not a fan of your presence
Don't live in the past, I'm a fan of the present
Was manic and desperate
Got hit by the ink I was banished to death with
Your mans'll get checked quick and
Stabbed by the pen that I manage my stress with
I handled my checklist
You ain't on it
Can't cop what I'm getting
Keep up when the clock go ticking
Playing with MT until your block go missing
Uh come through if you need suttin
Going so fast you would think it was a speed run
Used to be sad
I was living on repeat
I was tripping bout the past 'til my present begun
T won yeah
They be watching I bet
Talking to me as if I was a threat
Stalking MT but ain't follow me yet
Just prepare for the EP I'm dropping up next
Written by: Phillip Charles Bland
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