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Isaiah Rashad – I Shot U Down lyrics
I take a drag at the square
I feel anxious, spit dangerous
As the verbal appears, is reflecting my perspective
Beer goggle and fear
Roll model so hallow
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 meant to shine, beat me up in a rhyme spot
No crying til I'm in pine box
I got the bitches hittin' Mikey like where Zay at?
Probably fuckin' on her friend, probably LA at
Probably plotting on a mil staying where Fay at
Bitch don't run your mouth we don't play that
Mama taught me better
Can't count on niggas, can't count on weather
Go figure nigga
They ain't worried about this cheddar
Them niggas just sky diving in my propellers
I don't feel them
Ain't trying to be no freshman, I'm chilling
'Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and not kill em
Me and my niggas 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
Where I gotta bring my A game, you just D goods
We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga speak up
Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper
You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes
And I ain't even trippin'
'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 fucking trunk and bring the party with me
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now 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 pussies, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now your brain no have no conscious
Don't make a sound
Now I came, I saw, I conquered
What you do now?
Now your brain no have no conscious
What you do
Don't make a sound
I feel anxious, spit dangerous
As the verbal appears, is reflecting my perspective
Beer goggle and fear
Roll model so hallow
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 meant to shine, beat me up in a rhyme spot
No crying til I'm in pine box
I got the bitches hittin' Mikey like where Zay at?
Probably fuckin' on her friend, probably LA at
Probably plotting on a mil staying where Fay at
Bitch don't run your mouth we don't play that
Mama taught me better
Can't count on niggas, can't count on weather
Go figure nigga
They ain't worried about this cheddar
Them niggas just sky diving in my propellers
I don't feel them
Ain't trying to be no freshman, I'm chilling
'Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and not kill em
Me and my niggas 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
Where I gotta bring my A game, you just D goods
We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga speak up
Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper
You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes
And I ain't even trippin'
'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 fucking trunk and bring the party with me
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now 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 pussies, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now your brain no have no conscious
Don't make a sound
Now I came, I saw, I conquered
What you do now?
Now your brain no have no conscious
What you do
Don't make a sound
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