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!