Isaiah Rashad

Isaiah Rashad - Shot U Down lyrics

rate me

I 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

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