Shot You Down (Remix)

[Intro: Tower of Power] When God made you When God made you [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] I take a drag of the square (Yeah), 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 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 poppin' shot, these niggas is Papa Doc Fine as the shine, beam me up (Me up), and I'm ridin' Spock No cryin' 'til I'm in a pine box I got the bitches hittin' Mikey, like — "Where Zay at?" "Prolly fuckin' on her friend, prolly L.A. at Prolly plottin' on a mill', stayin' well fed" Bitch, 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, nigga They ain't worried 'bout this cheddar Them niggas is skydiving 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 kill 'em Me and my niggas is hungry, we're willin' To bring a little ho to the party and Meek Mill 'em Yeah, I feel like talkin' my shit Come in the house, actin' friendly, you can suck my dick! [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 shit, nigga, speak up Rockin' old flows, cornrows, and a beeper You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes, and I ain't even trippin' 'Cause we'll be laughin' to the bank and ridin' by these niggas Mikey, bring that mink with your low body Bentley Put the hood in the fuckin' 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 — (Ah) what you do now? Now, I came, I saw, I conquered, ayy — I shot you down Now (Wow), I bang, I bang, I blocka, ayy — what you do now? Oh, bitch-ass rappers, ayy — I shot you down No sensitive niggas, ayy — I shot you down No bitch-ass rappers, ayy — I shot you down No Hypebeast pussies, 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', nigga? Get rich or die tryin' Yay Yay on the stove, I had the choppers in the Cutlass Just a young nigga 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 niggas all busters These niggas 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 niggas out of bounds they gon' probably shoot (Block, block) 'Cause killing is the hobby Eastside niggas, yeah, we known for catchin' bodies I used to have a deuce five ridin' on the trolley On my way to school like — "Dare, nigga, try me" (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 Niggas know I'm up, so these haters wanna down me Niggas know I'm king but they don't wanna crown me It's okay — I ain't 'bout to whine about it, look Look, a real nigga for real nigga, now check it I'm still here, I'm still counting my blessin's With no chains on (Chains on), with no rings on (Rings on) Watchin' these fake rappers, gettin' my aim on Pop a shot, kill 'em all (Kill 'em all) And watch 'em fall like confetti, fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all) It's just me and my niggas, 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 (Yeah, yeah) Two-time felon, they jerkin' me on my pay rate Slavin' all these hours but couldn't shake that my rent late (Yeah) Makin' eight a hour, I'm leanin' towards my AK Moms thinks I'm vicious, don't want me 'round the kitchen (Yeah, yeah) My livin' room, bathroom, my bedroom was evicted (Yeah, yeah) Missin' from your homeroom, my good grades was crippin' (Sup?) Before I even learned division, nigga, I learned 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 (Oh) And that little nigga that missed that bottle gon' catch a hollow Or maybe even throw him pyro, pyro (Pew, pew, pew, pew) See this set don't make too many niggas rich that I know You either gang bang, sell dope, or bet on the four Seen money on ground, my eyes glued to the floor I double deuce by my toe, see Figg get it and go (Figgside) I feel stuck in my ways, a nigga 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 (Yeah) So January agree (Ooh, ooh), 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 (Yeah) But don't be kissin' them broads, my sperm on their teeth Last night was nothin', this mornin' I'm a hero (Yeah, yeah, yeah) No belief in me, dawg, they said I'd mount to zero (Uh, yeah) Cocaine, cocaine, rock-rock kilo Fishscale, cut well, you won't find Nemo Pull up to the block and they call me real nigga See, I can be a real nigga, but my daughter see me bigger (Ooh) See a body full of love and yours full of liquor But you'll always be my nigga, said, you'll always be my nigga [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & ScHoolboy Q] (Yeah) I came, I saw, I conquered, ayy — I shot you down Now your brain no have no conscious, ayy — (Ah) what you do now? Now, I came, I saw, I conquered, ayy — I shot you down Now (Wow), I bang, I bang, I blocka, ayy — what you do now? Oh, bitch-ass rappers, ayy — I shot you down No sensitive niggas, ayy — I shot you down No bitch-ass rappers, ayy — I shot you down No Hypebeast pussies, 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 [Outro: Isaiah Rashad] Hahaha!