Marqus Clae - Shoot Me Down lyrics
[Marqus Clae - Shoot Me Down lyrics]
This gon' be smooth real smooth, like-
It's more like it's the 70s or somethin'
Like organs on the live, piano
With a stocking cap on
It's Clae, nigga
Shooting me down, that's all you known for
Wondering if you could tell me the difference
Just try to decipher it once more
I was 11 on world tours
I was the littlest nigga with Simon and
Bishop and Lou at the front door
All on the road I wanted to win, but niggas
They wanted to jump off
Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas
Don't give a fuck that's what I
Eh-that's what I said to myself
Now me and Simon ain't potnas
Ain't heard from Lou in some years
My nigga Bishop still my nigga
Just thanking God he still here
Cause niggas'll switch up, like Nascar gears
What we have right here? Is
A blessing in disguise
Don't ever think that I was never naive
Just pushing the dream
Got caught up in the shit that might seem
Like yelling diamonds
But when them lights go off
That shit do not bling
Took me a while to see
The golden child is me revealed
Open my eyes and breathe
Nigga you lied to me? Forreal?
You fucking amateurs
You backstabbers, making me ill
You claim that you real
That shit make me kill
I got producers who done worked with like
Every nigga in the game
It's kind of fucked up-
How none of these niggas don't know my name
I mean
You niggas playing instruments at Jay-Z show
Say I'm your nigga
How you figure? Why don't Jay-Z know-
Who the fuck I be, or the movement I'm from?
Look at the odds boy, I was against them all
Young nigga with a mind full of soil
That mean it's room for growth
Under oath, the realest shit I ever wrote
With clever quotes
Chowing these niggas down like they edible
Fluffing up your pillow
Trying to sleep on niggas and shit's creep
Trying to get 6 albums deep on niggas
Saying execs on the line
Plotting and wasting my time
But you still my nigga
When I get bigger, I'll keep you in mind
These niggas swagger jacking and acting-
Like they got talent
I played the back but now I'm back, like-
Fuck nigga what's happenin'?
Immaculate actions
I'm better, neverbitter my niggas
I slither with niggas with pistols
Putting venom in niggas
6 years deep in the game
While niggas hot right now they want my spot
I cut the corner, the block is hot right now
Bitch gather around the big table
Watching me vent and they ain't able
Bitch I can hit you and split with lyrics
And rap your bitch ass under the table
I'm tired of these niggas who
Stuck on the same shit
Just watch when I lane switch, brain swift
Finessin' bitches
A paid bitch who ain't shit
Look in the mirror, try to conquer yourself
Play with your mind, you wasting time
These niggas coming for wealth
And I'm one of those niggas-gifted
From the spirit of Christians
I separated from niggas
And levitated my image
The devil hate when you winning
Man fuck that nigga forever
God made a nigga so clever
Developed more than perfection
He took his time with me
But I ain't patient no, never
Pass me an umbrella
Want money showering weather
Money showers forever, nigga
Want money showers forever, nigga
It's more like it's the 70s or somethin'
Like organs on the live, piano
With a stocking cap on
It's Clae, nigga
Shooting me down, that's all you known for
Wondering if you could tell me the difference
Just try to decipher it once more
I was 11 on world tours
I was the littlest nigga with Simon and
Bishop and Lou at the front door
All on the road I wanted to win, but niggas
They wanted to jump off
Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas
Don't give a fuck that's what I
Eh-that's what I said to myself
Now me and Simon ain't potnas
Ain't heard from Lou in some years
My nigga Bishop still my nigga
Just thanking God he still here
Cause niggas'll switch up, like Nascar gears
What we have right here? Is
A blessing in disguise
Don't ever think that I was never naive
Just pushing the dream
Got caught up in the shit that might seem
Like yelling diamonds
But when them lights go off
That shit do not bling
Took me a while to see
The golden child is me revealed
Open my eyes and breathe
Nigga you lied to me? Forreal?
You fucking amateurs
You backstabbers, making me ill
You claim that you real
That shit make me kill
I got producers who done worked with like
Every nigga in the game
It's kind of fucked up-
How none of these niggas don't know my name
I mean
You niggas playing instruments at Jay-Z show
Say I'm your nigga
How you figure? Why don't Jay-Z know-
Who the fuck I be, or the movement I'm from?
Look at the odds boy, I was against them all
Young nigga with a mind full of soil
That mean it's room for growth
Under oath, the realest shit I ever wrote
With clever quotes
Chowing these niggas down like they edible
Fluffing up your pillow
Trying to sleep on niggas and shit's creep
Trying to get 6 albums deep on niggas
Saying execs on the line
Plotting and wasting my time
But you still my nigga
When I get bigger, I'll keep you in mind
These niggas swagger jacking and acting-
Like they got talent
I played the back but now I'm back, like-
Fuck nigga what's happenin'?
Immaculate actions
I'm better, neverbitter my niggas
I slither with niggas with pistols
Putting venom in niggas
6 years deep in the game
While niggas hot right now they want my spot
I cut the corner, the block is hot right now
Bitch gather around the big table
Watching me vent and they ain't able
Bitch I can hit you and split with lyrics
And rap your bitch ass under the table
I'm tired of these niggas who
Stuck on the same shit
Just watch when I lane switch, brain swift
Finessin' bitches
A paid bitch who ain't shit
Look in the mirror, try to conquer yourself
Play with your mind, you wasting time
These niggas coming for wealth
And I'm one of those niggas-gifted
From the spirit of Christians
I separated from niggas
And levitated my image
The devil hate when you winning
Man fuck that nigga forever
God made a nigga so clever
Developed more than perfection
He took his time with me
But I ain't patient no, never
Pass me an umbrella
Want money showering weather
Money showers forever, nigga
Want money showers forever, nigga