“Shoot Me Down”
(feat. D. Smith)
Open up your hearts, people
Page one, chapter one, verse motherfucking one
Yeah, uh-huh
I’m drinking hot tea, bitch
Feel me
Yeah, now if you let me, you won’t regret me
Shit, if you let me, you won’t forget me
Remember? And if you don’t then ponder
Hold up, bow! Bow! There’s a reminder
I ain’t kinda hot, I’m sauna
I sweat money, and the bank is my shower
Haha, and that pistol is my towel
Haha, so stop sweating me, coward
And I would die for ours
Ride for hours, supply the flowers
This is history in the making
Now shut the fuck up and let me make it
Please don’t shoot me down, ’cause I’m flying
I’m flying, I’m higher
Please don’t shoot me down
‘Cause I’m flying, I’m higher
I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now
So am I, yeah, yeah
I spit Alcatraz bars, I know
And D-boys is the only Alphabet Boys I know
Got a .380 on my waist and Rambo back home
No more bandanna ’round my dome, bandanna in my right pocket
Bitch, I’m grown, fuck what you on
Now, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne
And if I jump, I’ma fly and look into the eagle’s eye
And see, I am nothing like you, why?
Bitch, see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me
And if you’re shooting for the stars, then just shoot me
But your bullets don’t reach Mars
Paws, claws, because I’m a beast, I’m a dog
I’ll get you, my picture should be in the dictionary
Next to the definition of “definition”
Because repetition is the father of learning
And son, I know your barrel burning, but—
Please don’t shoot me down, ’cause I’m flying
I’m flying, I’m higher
Please don’t shoot me down
‘Cause I’m flying, I’m higher
Ay, I’ma talk to my daddy
Papa, I did it to ’em! I’m a bastard!
And I’ma do it again, like “nigga” backwards
These niggas backwards, but they’re behind us
Now, watch me get high, like, time’s up
Nah, D., bring the drums back
And watch me hit ’em where their lungs at, like that
I get respect ’cause if I don’t, I’ma take it
I see your boys hating, and I see your girls naked
Drum, sound like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb
Then, I pop another clip in and aim at his vision
‘Cause Wayne is his vision, ’cause Wayne is the mission
I’m aiming at a mirror
Please don’t shoot me down, ’cause I’m flying
I’m flying, I’m higher
And I’ve done it before
Please don’t make me do it no more
Please don’t shoot me down
‘Cause I’m flying, I’m higher
Watch me soar
Where the fuck is my guitar? Now roar
Oh
Please don’t shoot me down, ’cause I’m flying
I’m flying, I’m higher