Artist: Isaiah Rashad Album: Shot You Down (S) Song: Shot You Down Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Isaiah Rashad] I take a drag of the square - I feel anxious, spit dangerous as the verbal appears, is reflecting my perspective Beer, goggle, and fear; role model so hallow 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 If I ain't shinin', beat me up in a rhyme spot No cryin' 'til I'm in a pine box I got the bitches hittin' Mikey like where Zay at? Probably fuckin' on her friend, probably LA at (WHOO) Probably plotting on a mil staying where Fay at (WHOO) Bitch don't run your mouth, we don't play that Mama taught me better; can't count on niggas Can't count on weather - go figure, nigga! They ain't worried about this cheddar Them niggas just sky diving in my propellers, I don't feel them (nah) Ain't trying to be no freshman, I'm chillin' (nah) Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and not kill em (BAP) Me and my niggas is hungry, we're willing (BAP) to bring a little ho to the +Party+ and Meek Mill 'em Yeah, I feel like talkin' my shit Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick! I'm prayin' 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, nigga speak up Rocking old flows corn rows 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 - singing] I came, I saw, I conquered, ay, I shot you down Now, your brain don't have no conscious, ay - what you do now? Now, I came, I saw, I conquered, ay, I shot you down Now, I bang, I bang, I blocka, ay - what you do now? Ol' bitch ass rappers, ay, I shot you down Ol' sensitive niggas, ay, I shot you down Ol' bitch ass rappers, ay, I shot you down Ol' hypebeast pussies, ay, what you do now? Now, I came, I saw, I conquered, ay, I shot you down Now, your brain don't have no conscious, ay - don't make a sound Now, I came, I saw, I conquered, ay - what you do now? Now your brain don't have no conscious, ay - what you do—don't make a sound Haha - BITCH!