Isaiah Rashad - Shot U Down lyrics
rate meI take a drag at the square
I feel anxious bit dangerous
Just a verbal abyss
Is reflecting my perspective
Beer goggling fear
Roll model so hallow
Shallow adolescence
In a gaggle of the 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 niggers
Cause these niggers is fake
They ain't popping shot
These niggers is Papa Doc
If I ain't shining beat me up in a rhyme spot
No crying till I'm in pine box
I got the bitches hitting Mikey
Like where Zay at?
Probably fuckin on her friend
Probably LA at
Probably plotting on a mill
Staying where at
Bitch don't run your mouth
We don't play that
Mama taught me better
Can't count on niggers
Can’t count on weather
Go figure nigger
They ain't worried about this cheddar
Them niggers 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 niggers
Is hungry we're willing
To bring a little ho to the party
And Meek Mill'em, yeah
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
Nigger speak up
Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper
You niggers hoes
You niggers hoes
And I ain't even trippin
Cause we'll be laughing to the bank
And right by these niggers
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
Your brain don’t have no conscious
What you do now?
I came I saw I conquered
I shot you down
Now I bang, I bang, I blocker
What you do now?
No bitch ass rappers
I shot you down
No sensitive niggers
I shot you down
No bitch ass rappers
I shot you down
No hype beast pussies
What you do now?
I came I saw I conquered
I shot you down
Your brain no have no conscious
Hey don't make a sound
I came I saw I conquered
I shot you down
Your brain no have no conscious
Hey what you do?
Don’t make a sound