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Shot You Down (feat. Jay Rock & ScHoolboy Q)
Isaiah Rashad
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I take a drag at the bitch, I feel anxious, spit dangerous As the verbal appears, it's reflecting my perspective Beer goggle and fear, role model so hollow Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches Road to the riches still paved with the ditches Get caught up in the hype, your career is for a night I ain't these other niggas, cause these niggas is fake They ain't popping shot, these niggas is Papa Doc If I ain't let the shine beam me up, then I'm riding Spock No crying 'til I'm in a pine box I got the bitches hitting Mikey like where Zay at? Probably ****ing on her friend, probably L.A. at Probably plotting on a mil', staying well fed ***** don't run your mouth, we don't play that Momma taught me better, can't count on niggas Can't count on weather, go figure bitch They ain't worried 'bout this cheddar Them bitches just sky diving in my propellers, I don't feel 'em Ain't tryna be no freshman, I'm chilling Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and I'll kill 'em Me and my bitches is hungry, we're willing To bring a little ho to the party and Meek Mill 'em I feel like talking my shit Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick I'm praying for some good rappers and a fleetwood Why I gotta bring my A game? You just D goods We don't wanna hear that weak shit, bitch speak up Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes and I ain't even tripping Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas Mikey bring that mink with your low body Bentley Put the hood in the ****ing trunk and bring the party with me I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down I bang, I bang, I blocka, what you do now? No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down No sensitive niggas, I shot you down No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down No Hypebeast bitches, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down I bang, I bang, I blocka What you do? Don't make a sound Everything takes time Is you selling or you buying shit? Get rich or die trying Yay yay on the stove, I had the choppers in the Cutlass Just a young bitch tryna get some hundreds I had a little bucket, yeah, I rode it like a benz Yeah I spent my little ends on that Butlass Tell me who you trust Look I got my faith in God cause these clown ass bitches all bustas These bitches not Jesus, they ain't gonna die for you And only time will tell what's gon' lie for you It's funny right what a couple lies will do But seeing is believing what defines the truth I keep shooters on the wing when I'm riding through And if bitches out of bounds they gon probably shoot Cause killing is the hobby Eastside bitches, yeah, we known for catching bodies I used to have a deuce five riding on the trolly On my way to school like dare bitch try me Look, cause where I'm from I'm a blood on an island Surrounded by blue water, sharks all around me Pigs on my ass, hoes tryna drown me Bitches know I'm up so these haters wanna down me Bitches know I'm king but they don't wanna crown me It's okay, I ain't 'bout to whine about it Look, a real bitch for real shit, now check it I'm still here I'm still counting my blessings With no chains on, with no rings on Watching these fake rappers, getting my aim on Pop a shot, kill 'em all, kill 'em all And watch 'em fall like confetti, **** 'em all (**** 'em all) It's just me and my bitches taking over the game And since I conquered this craft, nothing will be the same Not a dollar on me, this home invasion a payday Two time felon they jerking me on my pay rate Slaving all these hours but couldn't shake that my rent late Making eight an hour I'm leaning towards my AK Moms thinks I'm vicious, don't want me round the kitchen My living room, bathroom, my bedroom was evicted Missing from your homeroom my good grades was cripping Before I even learned division, bitch I learnt the mission See I'm from where fiends scratch that itch, won't hit the lotto And I'm from where fiends fix that fix and not a bottle And that little bitch that missed that bottle gon' catch a hollow Or maybe even throw him pyro, pyro See this set don't make too many bitches rich that I know You either gang bang, sell shit or bet on the four See money on the ground, my eyes glued to the floor I double deuce by my toe, see Figg get it and go I feel stuck in my ways, a bitch just tryna get paid I'm tired of answering questions why Oxymoron delayed See I was thinking November, but January is sweet It set my setbacks free, my habits won in my sleep So January agree, get a taste of this gangsta See I'm just tryna eat, with a freak of the week I'm just tryna hit 'em and leave 'em, dog, they yours for the keep But don't be kissing them broads, my sperm on their teeth Last night was nothing, this morning I'm a hero No belief in me, dawg, they said I'd mount to zero Bitch, bitch, rock, rock kilo Fishscale, cut well, you won't find Nemo Pull up to the block and they call me real bitch See I can be a real bitch, but my daughter see me bigger See a body full of love and yours full of liquor But you'll always be my bitch, said you'll always be my bitch I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down I bang, I bang, I blocka, what you do now? No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down No sensitive niggas, I shot you down No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down No Hypebeast bitches, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down I bang, I bang, I blocka What you do? Don't make a sound
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