I Shot Ya

I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick

All these weak rappers man I had to hit the kill switch

Bet I see them mills' with no deal that's the real lick

I am more than drill bitch, I am more than skill bitch

I only talk that real shit and all I know is kill shit

I am more than ill, motherfuckers call me real sick

Niggas get the chills when I step out on the field bitch

I ain't never like a nigga not even a lil' bit

Gucci on my waist, nigga you know where the steel sit

Understand this rapper not a actor I ain't Will Smith

So if you judge me wrong it's RIP to Uncle Phil bitch

40 bus' yo ass like a mothafuckin' field trip

Smoke a nigga, turn him into Fire Marshall Bill quick

Leave a nigga sleeping quicka' than a nyquil

Shoulda' cut a niggas throat with a blade give him gill slits

Poke a nigga, soak a nigga on some Navy Seal shit

Niggas know I been sick, niggas know I been raw

And on these tracks I go stupid like a [?]

And you ain't fuckin' with me and even all of your homies know

That I infect two niggas with Polio with this Holy Ghost

When that Holy Ghost drops I promise I'm a' rock the nation

It's a biblical, lyrical, rocket launchin' proclamation

Tell my haters I said fuck em' they can't stop the operation

Tell the ops I'm not a doctor, therefore I ain't got the patience

And the piece be on a nigga like, [?]

On they seven combination the darkest abomination

Every time a chopper spray shit take away from population

And I ask her for forgiveness, yeah, but hold that conversation

Not a Christian, Muslim, Mason and never ridin' with Satan

A relationship with God is my number one obligation

And, if I'm not mistakin', I swear all of y'all was hatin'

Hope like Hell that I don't make it up until I drop that Chiraq

Now they wanna' dick ride, do that till' they climax

Old bitches poppin' up, nah we can't rewind that

Old homies poppin' up, we can't get that time back

These other rappers' minds will never be where my mind's at

Labels on my heels bout' a deal, I ain't buyin' that

Show me ten mill', then show me where I sign at

Nigga I know my worth I swear you niggas shoulda' stayed in school

I got em' hatin' more than Ice offa' Paid In Full

RIP my nigga Sonny, I be on some mix shit

They took my nigga from us uh, right before Christmas

Damn, now my niece got a daddy on the wish list

And Santa can't bring him back, shit he can't even get gifts

So I'm goin' hard with this music shit till' I get rich

Hey Sonny, yo I got you, shit good as God is my witness

Hatred is contagious and jealousy is a sickness

Watch everybody and ain't no tellin' who on that bitch shit

Sam's Club baby, niggas know we totin' big shit

AK47's and MAC-11's with big clips

When I cock it back it look like I'm drivin' a stick shift

Them choppa's chop a nigga to crop more niggas than Pic stitch

Slid on a nigga for rappin', talkin' that slick shit

Bang, bang, we're doin' that rapper just like a Twix bitch

This rap shit is my sixth sense, rappers notice eviction

I am hip-hop's redemption, can't you feel the suspicion, nigga?