Who Shot Me?

Motherfucker my shit! [Chorus] Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know, who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? [Verse 1:] 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 Jizzle 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 [Chorus] 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? [Verse 2] Maybe it 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 fatter than 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 unbomfortable 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 [Chorus] 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? [Bridge: Paloma Ford] 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 looking under my nose Hate always comes from up close But they can’t stand me though [Outro] 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 posed to, nigga, feel me Like my mama asked this nigga Like “Boy what’s wrong with you” Motherfucker shot me, nah mama None of these motherfuckers can stop me, nah mama Just got to walk it off mama Who shot me? [Interlude (Spoken)] After all the wicked shit I did I knew karma was gon catch up with a nigga Damn, I ain’t know it was gon' happen like this 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 Cause that shit ain't stop me