L’Orange & Namir Blade - Shotgun lyrics

sh*t don’t get wicked less I decide to, pull a Mcree turn your 6:00 into high noon. A lot of ni**as hide they hand, I go devise a plan. My networth more than my network, I been dividing land. Sick of keeping this weight up on me, I’m eating out. A lot of ni**as got messages what you rap about? I seen the scenes in the movies you ni**as acting out. No passing my passion, rap till I’m passing out. I dropped my jewels on my city ni**as was dropping dimes. Never been pressed bout no pressure, my presence stopping time. I need a dollar for all the rappers I should have killed. If I could count it all day, it’s probably worth a mill. Shot gun, hold it down, where wе at? Hold it now? It’s simple baby, I ain’t tryna run a muck in your temple baby. I just want to start a flamе in your heart no kindle baby. I’m talking boom box outside your window baby I had a dream I had the world in my palm Yamamoto on my back with something nice on the arm I just bought a model 3 and put them thangs on that b*tch, it’s funny how the options seem to change when you rich. It’s funny how the toxins do your brain when you lit, I had to slide on a dime, I had to die in a ditch. Came back a wrinkle in time, I put a crease in my forces, I had my nose to the grind. But Hollywood brought divorces, I used to wonder would I get my mojo? Or would I watch my world get bizarre like Jojo. Life drags on, my last tour was a sh*t show. The fans ain’t even handclap at the tempo