Tru Eden - Who Shot Ya lyrics

[Tru Eden] Uh.. Thoughts in my mind, lost in my head Thinkin bout the top shorty wanna go to bed Never sleep i just plot out my scheme Tryna million master mind my American Dream All these n***as wanna talk all my n***as wanna eat Reppin double G Greedy be the gang Jersey be the name if you know me shorty ask me if I'm lonely I said show me why you came Rollin with the gang solo dolo here go your Feet on the track tryna catch this money train So i beat up the track like im Tyson in the ring None illa trilla let em quote what im sayin Remember me like im Arthur, Martin im the king All i saw was a dream get it all with my team p**y n***as couldn't f** with a n***a like me Now im back on these beats with the pack im a beast Break it down bringing it back to the streets Hit the trap with the strap give a f** about the beef The world f**ed up and im f**ed up with it Hit it when im raw and im a f**ed up n***a Rollin f**in stone got me f**ed up trippin Play your f**in role and jersey be the menace [Caution] Who shot ya ? They say whoever did it was proper Heard he ain't comin back but hit my phone if he pop up Gloves mask and a skully do em right like I mopped up Silencer silence the lambs like Clarice wen I knock huh I'm Anthony Hopkins Disrespectful like Hopsin Ain't money switch the topic I leave The b**hes to gossip Cuz they love it like they love a n***a If you don't know the difference from guns & bu*ta den u a s**a n***a Fuxkin lame, I'm up sum change and I'm thinkin to make it stretch Like the 9th inning these n***as winnin lets make a bet I'm puttin 50 on my youngin who thuggin like lil reese I get em smoked chief keef thats 3 hunna for the beef And s/o to my n***a $teeze we got everything u need I wish u n***as would backwoods get blown breeze I'm tellin b**hes blow me I'm on the way to the rollie n***as hatin cuz I'm 20 and ballin jus like ginobli Tryna take me out kobe and derrick don't need permission from parents Or no clearance ill k** everyone that u cherish n***a I'm poppin now this sh** sickenin who thinkin different I'm xan mixin wit lean but don't forget the business These n***as b**hes I'm organizing a hitlist Gotta get the drop first for I check em make sure he finished n***a I'm up 30 but I still won't put u n***as in And if it's war den it's war b**h lets get it in Greedy [Banx$] Right ..Its Banx$..Two big G's p**y (Haha) We Boutta get it in ..Look ..Uh I got a snubbed nose revolver and it catch the shells Connect fronted me a brick cuz i stretch it well Fiends snorting up the coke and the rest in hell Then let a n***a try to burn us then he rest in hell You can't trust a n***a askin how much on ya scale Its big business with the biscuit n***as know the deal So do you really wanna go to war ? Which one of yall hold the four ? Which one of yall seen the pound ? Which one of yall really raw ? Yo caut, why these n***as talkin beef sh** ? No compartment in the car these truies where my piece sit Aim the AO out the window let that thing kick And yall ain't bussin back so stop talkin bout that street sh** These fake a** n***as sending hate through a sneak diss And its so sad cuz young Banx$ is slept on But i can wake em up with three bars from my next song But lets see if they still get wild when the teck drawn You ain't fitted ski mask and my teck on I black in the booth its pitch black in my sessions Big mack in his pack with hollow points from my weapon I spill forreal these n***as mad cuz im next on Im so jersey got the tat on my stomach my wratchet keep dumpin You f*ggots keep on actin and bluffin You rattin for nothin you b**h made n***as is sick Im bout to give a b**h made n***a b**h my dick p**y