Music Video
Isaiah Rashad - Shot You Down (Remix) (Feat. Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
Jay Rock
Vocals
Rick Stevens
Sampled Artist
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emilio Castillo
Songwriter
Isaiah McClain
Songwriter
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Stephen Kupka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Calor
Producer
The Antydote
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I take a drag at the square
I feel anxious, spit dangerous
As the verbal appears, it's reflecting 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 ****, 'cause these **** is fake
They ain't popping shot, these **** is Papa Doc
If I ain't meant to shine, beat me up in a rhyme spot
No crying 'till I'm in a pine box
I got the bitches hitting Mikey, like, where Zay at?
Probably fucking on her friend, probably LA at
Probably plotting on a mil, staying well fed
Bitch, don't run your mouth, we don't play that
Mama taught me better, can't count on ****
Can't count on weather, go figure ****
They ain't worried 'bout this cheddar
Them **** just sky diving in my propellers, I don't feel 'em
Ain't tryna be no freshman, I'm chilling
'Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and not kill 'em
Me and my **** is hungry, we willing
To bring a little hoe 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
[Verse 2]
I'm praying for some good rappers and a Fleetwod
Why I gotta bring my A game? You just D goods
We don't wanna hear that weak shit, ****, speak up
Rocking old flows, cornrows and a beeper
You **** hoes, you **** hoes, and I ain't even tripping
'Cause we'll be laughing to the bank, and riding by these ****
Mikey bring that mink with your low body Bentley
Put the hood in the fucking trunk and bring the party with me
[Verse 3]
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now, your brain no have no conscious
Hey, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
I bang, I bang, I blocka
Hey, what you do now?
No bitch ass rappers
I shot you down
No sensitive ****
I shot you down
No bitch ass rappers
I shot you down
Don't hype these pussies
Hey, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now, your brain no have no conscious
Hey, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
I bang, I bang, I blocka
Hey, what you do?
Don't make a sound
[Verse 4]
Everything takes time
Is you selling or you buying, ****?
Get rich or die trying, yay yay on the stove
I have the choppers and the Cutlass
Just a young **** tryna get some hundreds
I had a little bucket
Yeah, I rode it like a Benz, yeah
I spent my lil' ends on that Butlass
Tell me who you trust
Look, I got my faith in God 'cause these clown-ass **** all bustas
These **** 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 seeing is believing, what defines the truth
I keep shooters on the wing when I'm riding through
And if **** out of bounds, they gon' probably shoot
'Cause killing is the hobby
East side ****, yeah, we known for catching bodies
I used to have deuce-5 riding on the trolley
On my way to school like, dare **** try me
Look, 'cause where I'm from, I'm blood on the Nile
Surrounded by blue water, sharks all around me
Pigs on my ass, hoes tryna drown me
**** know I'm up, so these haters wanna down me
**** know I'm king, but they don't wanna crown me
It's okay, I ain't 'bout to whine about it, look
A real **** for real ****, now check it
I'm still here, I'm still counting my blessings
With no chains on, with no rings on
Watching these fake rappers, getting my aim on
Pop a shot, kill 'em all
And watch 'em fall like confetti, fuck 'em all
It's just me and my ****, we taking over the game
And since I conquered this craft, nothing will be the same
[Verse 5]
Not a dollar on me, this home invasion a payday
Two time felon, they jerking me on my pay rate
Slaving all these hours, but couldn't shake that my rent late
Making 8 an hour, I'm leaning towards my AK
Moms think I'm vicious, don't want me around the kitchen
My living room, bathroom, my bedroom was evicted
Missing from your homeroom, my good grades was cripping
Before I even learned division
****, 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
With that little **** that missed that bottle
Gonna catch a hollow
I maybe even throw 'em, pyro pyro
See, the set don't make too many **** rich, that I know
You either gangbang, sell dope, or bet on the four
Seeing money on ground, my eyes glued to the floor
A double deuce by my toe, say Fig, get it and go
I feel stuck in my ways, a **** just tryna get paid
I'm tired of answering questions while oxymoron delay
See, I was thinking November, but January is sweet
It sets my setbacks free, my habits won in my sleep
So January is great, get a taste of this gangsta
See, I'm just tryna eat
With a freak of the week
I just wanna hit 'em and leave 'em, dawg, they yours for the keep
Just don't be kissing them broads, my sperm on they teeth
[Verse 6]
Last night was nothing, this morning I'm a hero
No belief in me, dawg, they said I amount to zero
Cocaine cocaine, rock rock, kilo
Fish scale cut well, you won't find Nemo
Pull up to the block and they call me real ****
See, I can be a real ****, but my daughter see me bigger
See a body full of love, and yours full of liquor
But you'll always be my ****, said, you'll always be my ****
[Verse 7]
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now your brain no have no conscious
Hey, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
I bang, I bang, I blocka
Hey, what you do now?
No bitch ass rappers
I shot you down
No sensitive ****
I shot you down
No bitch ass rappers
I shot you down
Don't hype these pussies
Hey, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
Now your brain no have no conscious
Hey, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered
I shot you down
I bang, I bang, I blocka
Hey, what you do?
Don't make a sound
Written by: Isaiah Rashad, Tyran Donaldson, Quincey Hanley
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