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letra de shot you down (remix) - isaiah rashad

[produced by chris calor and the antydote]

[verse 1: isaiah rashad]
i take a drag at the square, i feel anxious, spit dangerous
as the verbal appears, it’s reflectin’ my perspective
beer goggle and fear, role model so hollow
shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them b-tches
road to the rich is still paved with the ditches
get caught up in the hype, your career is for a night
i ain’t these other n-ggas, ’cause these n-ggas is fake
they ain’t poppin’ shot, these n-ggas is papa doc
fine as the shine, beam me up, and i’m ridin’ spock
no cryin’ ’til i’m in a pine box
i got the b-tches hittin’ mikey like where zay at?
prolly f-ckin’ on her friend, prolly l.a. at
prolly plottin’ on a mil’, stayin’ well fed
b-tch, don’t run your mouth, we don’t play that
momma taught me better, can’t count on n-ggas
can’t count on weather – go figure, n-gga
they ain’t worried ’bout this cheddar
them n-ggas just sky divin’ in my propellers, i don’t feel ’em
ain’t tryna be no freshman, i’m chillin’
’cause they’ll bring a knife to the fight, and i’ll k!ll ’em
me and my n-ggas is hungry, we’re willin’
to bring a little ho to the party and meek mill ’em
yeah, i feel like talkin’ my sh-t
come in the house, actin’ friendly, you can suck my d-ck

[bridge: isaiah rashad]
i’m prayin’ 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 sh-t, n-gga, speak up
rockin’ old flows, cornrows, and a beeper
you n-ggas hoes, you n-ggas hoes, and i ain’t even trippin’
’cause we’ll be laughin’ to the bank and ridin’ by these n-ggas
mikey, bring that mink with your low body bentley
put the hood in the f-ckin’ trunk and bring the party with me

[chorus: isaiah rashad & jay rock]
i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
now your brain no have no conscious, ayy – what you do now?
now, i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
now, i bang, i bang, i blocka, ayy – what you do now?
oh, b-tch–ss rappers, ayy – i shot you down
no sensitive n-ggas, ayy – i shot you down
no b-tch–ss rappers, ayy – i shot you down
no hypebeast p-ssies, ayy – what you do now?
now, i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
now your brain no have no conscious, ayy – what you do now?
check, check, one, two, what’s up?
now, i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
it’s rock, yo, yeah, what’s up?
now, i bang, i bang, i blocka, ayy – what you do?
yeah, look
don’t make a sound

[verse 2: jay rock]
everything takes time
is you sellin’ or you buyin’, n-gga? get rich or die tryin’
yay yay on the stove, i had the choppers in the cutl-ss
just a young n-gga tryna get some hundreds
i had a little bucket – yeah, i rode it like a benz
yeah, i spent my little ends on that butl-ss
tell me, who you trust – look, i got my faith in god
’cause these clown–ss n-ggas all busters
these n-ggas not jesus, they ain’t gon’ 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 seein’ is believin’ what defines the truth
i keep shooters on the wing when i’m ridin’ through
and if n-ggas out of bounds they gon’ probably shoot
(block, block) ’cause k!lling is the hobby
eastside n-ggas, yeah, we known for catchin’ bodies
i used to have a deuce five ridin’ on the trolly
on my way to school like dare, n-gga, 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 -ss, hoes tryna drown me
n-ggas know i’m up, so these haters wanna down me
n-ggas 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 n-gga for real n-gga, now check it
i’m still here, i’m still counting my blessin’s
with no chains on, with no rings on
watchin’ these fake rappers, gettin’ my aim on
pop a shot, k!ll ’em all (k!ll ’em all)
and watch ’em fall like confetti, f-ck ’em all (f-ck ’em all)
it’s just me and my n-ggas, we takin’ over the game
and since i conquered this craft, nothin’ will be the same

[verse 3: schoolboy q]
not a dollar on me, this home invasion a payday
two-time felon, they jerkin’ me on my pay rate
slavin’ all these hours but couldn’t shake that my rent late
makin’ eight a hour, i’m leanin’ towards my ak
moms thinks i’m vicious, don’t want me ’round the kitchen
my livin’ room, bathroom, my bedroom was evicted
missin’ from your homeroom, my good grades was crippin’
before i even learned division, n-gga, 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 n-gga that missed that bottle gon’ catch a hollow
or maybe even throw him pyro, pyro
see this set don’t make too many n-ggas rich that i know
you either gang bang, sell dope, or bet on the four
seen 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 n-gga just tryna get paid
i’m tired of answerin’ questions; “why oxymoron delayed?”
see i was thinkin’ 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 the freak of the week
i just wanna hit ’em and leave ’em, dawg, they yours for the keep
but don’t be kissin’ them broads, my sperm on their t–th
last night was nothin’, this mornin’ i’m a hero
no belief in me, dawg, they said i’d mount to zero
cocaine, cocaine, rock-rock kilo
fishscale, cut well, you won’t find nemo
pull up to the block and they call me real n-gga
see, i can be a real n-gga, but my daughter see me bigger
see a body full of love and yours full of liquor
but you’ll always be my n-gga, said, you’ll always be my n-gga

[chorus: isaiah rashad]
i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
now your brain no have no conscious, ayy – what you do now?
now, i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
now, i bang, i bang, i blocka, ayy – what you do now?
oh, b-tch–ss rappers, ayy – i shot you down
no sensitive n-ggas, ayy – i shot you down
no b-tch–ss rappers, ayy – i shot you down
no hypebeast p-ssies, ayy – what you do now?
now, i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
now your brain no have no conscious, ayy – what you do now?
now, i came, i saw, i conquered, ayy – i shot you down
now, i bang, i bang, i blocka, ayy – what you do?
don’t make a sound

- isaiah rashad

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