Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me?
I'm like damn Did the homies set me up? 'Cause we ain't really been talking much I know that sounds sick My thoughts dark as fuck Like the barrel of the pistol I saw when he sparked it up Prolly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital Stupid ass motherfuckers Thinking they was going to stop gizzle Had my pops mad, my momma sad, my sister feel bad My lil bro still mad Somebody got to pay for that My granny's prayers work 'Cause it could've got worse I'm talking pictures on the shirt When the shots went off I thought the spot was deserted But nah everybody in the spot was just nervous I don't like that Nah I don't like that we can't go right back So many niggas ready to go We can go war with Iraq They knew the code to my gate That was awkward Answer this I got a million dollars
Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know Who shot me? Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know Who shot me? Who shot me?
Maybe 'cause I fucked Jamal bitch And I knew if he found out Her scary ass was gon' tell him about my hideout Yeah they really came to the front door But luckily we had something fight it and this 9 out Or maybe it was the nigga that I socked out When he hit me first I shoulda been knocked out All these maybe maybe maybe maybe's I'm about to say fuck it and start squeezing without aiming I got trust issues if I don't fuck with dude My body language gon tell him I don't fuck with you I can't sleep at night this shit unbomftable Having nightmares of me coming for dude Having a hard time putting together two and two They was in a brand new truck Somebody sent them dudes They knew the code to my gate That was awkward Answer this I got a million dollars
Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know who shot me Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know who shot me Who shot me?
Staring out the window Smoking on this indo 'Cause I don't know who did it But I know this Bullets don't just go where the wind blows So I'm lookin' under my nose Hate always comes from up close But they can't stand me tho
Niggas ain't do no damage though Nigga bounced up that muthafuckin' hospital That same night, walked that shit off Like a motherfucker gangsta is supposed to nigga, feel me Like my mama asked this nigga Like "Boy what's wrong with you nigga?" (Motherfucker shot me) Nah mama (All these motherfuckers can stop me) Nah mama, just got to walk it off mama Who shot me?
After all the wicked shit I did I knew Karma was gon' catch up with a nigga (Ay nigga what you doing?) Damn, I ain't know it was gon' happen like this (Nigga watch out, nigga you ain't coming in here) Some nigga really tried to set me up I know shit get wicked in the street sometimes Like I said "You never know when it might brack off" But I guess God has some other plans for me
Writer/s: KEENON DAEQUAN JACKSON, PALOMA FORD, SAMUEL AHANA, SAMUEL JEAN
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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The Prince-penned "Manic Monday" was the first song The Bangles heard coming from a car radio, but "Eternal Flame" is closest to Susanna's heart, perhaps because she sang it in "various states of undress."