Who Shot Ya

[Intro: Grafh] Who shot ya? Separate —lete my nigga, uh Hopsin, uh Who shot ya? Thundering, boom (Doot, doot, doot) Ay Porter, you still on them beats? Yup (yup) [Verse 1: Grafh] If you and I contact or we make a plan and shakin' hand with eye contact, that's a signed contract I'm a fly guy but I define combat I'm a wise guy, I rob by strap, do a drive by (Rep!) Exotic verse, nigga this for fine wombat Exotic fools, nigga this is fried Bombcat I'm a boss, a top five rap I'm not five for any top five who flatten a top five flat, that's a loss (Huh) I'm ghetto Gs, this your Holy idol The Holy Disciples loaded with loaded rifles I've been to Hell and back, Hell and back, roller coaster cycles [?] The holy ghost [?] You know when it supposed to like the poltergeist I blow the hallow, I blow, it is going viral I told ya, I'm goin' value, dumber than a lower IQ The soul of Michael Myers is my solar cycle You show more vital signs of no survival, now you gotta call my rivals So fuck what you wrote nigga, I wrote the Bible I put your soul in a open bottle and close the nozzle My Glock plastic, I don't recycle Who shot ya? [Chorus: Grafh] Yeah nigga, who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Yeah nigga, who shot ya? (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Yeah nigga, who shot ya? (Brrr) Separate the weak from the weak from the uh-uhu-uh, ah [Verse 2: Hopsin] Look, competition's hasta la vista Never too enthusiastic to meet ya Heart's black as the reaper Fuck cash, I got a platinum visa You can find me kickin' back in Ibiza You couldn't get on my level, even if you climb a fucking ladder and reach up Man, I'm too much of a savage, a beast, bruh Slay offer me a slice and I said, "Fuck that, I want half of the pizza" I'm married to the game, you damn right I asked for a prenup I've been light years ahead of my class, I'm a leader Moving at light speed, so fasten your seat up I unplugged from the Matrix a while ago, so just imagine my freedom Everyday's a fucking vacation in my magical kingdom The industry made you they bitch, you can pass for Madea But when it comes to me and this game, I'm Sacagawea You niggas claimin' that you ballin' 'cause he package your reefer But still livin' on the side, where the grass isn't greener I'd be ashamed to stand in your place How you a boss, but got a man in your face calling the shots and snatching your pay? But you still in the club, making it rain like vaginal spray I've seen your pockets, I'm like, "Man, you okay?" Who shot ya? [Chorus: Grafh] Yeah nigga, who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Yeah nigga, who shot ya? (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Yeah nigga, who shot ya? (Brrr) Separate the weak from the weak from the uh-uhu-uh, ah