Shot Me Down

[Intro]
(I was five nd' he was six)
(We rode on horses made of sticks)
(Will, what that is?)
(He wore black and I wore white)
(He would always win the fight)
*Bang* *Bang*
(He shot me down)
*Bang* *Bang*
(I hit the ground)
*Bang* *Bang*
(That awful sound)
Bang
*Bang* *Bang*
(I think he shot you)
Xo think he all that

[Chorus]
I gotta keep my head on, I been tryina keep my focus
I wish I didn't need a gun my nigga, I ain't jokin'
Its hard to hold the tears inside, I swear I get to chokin'
Poppin' percs nd' sippin' mud, my heart achin' cause it feel broken

[Verse 1]
Talk to god cause hes my rock, like fuck a boat; he keep me floatin'
Tryina strike the rap game with my chance, like I then started foldin'
Tried to kill myself, I keep my problems in then I got lonely
Fightin' for my freedom, fightin' demons; feel like no one notice
The voices in my head keep on gettin louder nd' louder
I'm nothin', but a man; I count on god to give me power
Drop my nuts nd' never been a pussy; god been hatin' cowards
I don't lie nd' I don't steal nd' I don't hate, shit make folks sour

[Chorus]
I gotta keep my head on, I been tryina keep my focus
I wish I didn't need a gun my nigga, I ain't jokin'
Its hard to hold the tears inside, I swear I get to chokin'
Poppin' percs nd' sippin' mud, my heart achin' cause its been broken

[Verse 2]
When i'm loadin' on them drugs, I be vacant; I be straight flowin'
Don't play round with them slugs, they be bakin'; we leave shit open
I'm makin' my own wave like boy for Frank, this for my bortion
I be gamblin' with my life like my life was casino tokens
I'm grindin' onna mission, i'm locked in; i'm fully focused
I say my prayers to the lord, I don't do none of that hopin'
I don't know none of these niggas, don't come around here be jokin'
I upped then bullets make you vanish nigga, hocus pokus
This stick up thats on my back got me feelin' like Harry Potter
I grew up by myself so the streets raised me like a father
You play? Then go retarded, I slam on; she likes this Cartier
I'm slashin' to the rim, matta fact; boy I feel like Giannis
I feel like 34, but my G-lock hold thirty-five
You play then we on go, when we pop out? He won't survive
I wanna get his ass, imma skin him; I want his hide
I pop out on that nigga like dinner, we get him fried
I'm feelin' like a winner, my denims? Stuffed up with blues
They lookin' for some evidence, police ain't find no clues
I make sure that I wipe down all my bullets before I shoot
The clips was clean, the pistol clean? Throw it away then move

[Chorus]
I gotta keep my head on, I been tryina keep my focus
I wish I didn't need a gun my nigga, I ain't jokin'
Its hard to hold the tears inside, I swear I get to chokin'
Poppin' percs nd' sippin' mud, my heart achin' cause its been broken

[Outro]
(I was five nd' he was six)
*Heh*
(We rode on horses made of sticks)
Real life talk boy
(You wore black and I wore white)
*Bang* *Bang* boy
(He would always win the fight)
*Ff-Heh*
*Bang* *Bang*
(He shot me down)
*Bang* *Bang*
(I hit the ground)
Kill Bill shit nigga
*Bang* *Bang*
Get a nigga wacked
(That awful sound)
*Bang* *Bang*
I think he shot me..