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Under vodka Marxism. Who shot me? Motherfucker, who shot me? I don't know, who shot me? Motherfucker, who shot me? I'm like, damn, did the homie set me up? 'Cause we ain't really been talkin' much. I know that sound sick, my thoughts dark as Fuck like the barrel of that pistol I saw When he sparked it up. Probably was mad as Fuck when I walked out the hospital. Stupid-ass motherfuckers thinkin' they gon' stop Jizzle. Had my pops mad, my mama sad, my Sister feel bad. My lil' bro still mad, Somebody gotta pay for that. My granny's prayers worked 'cause it could've got Worse. I'm talkin' pictures on a 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 way back. So many niggas ready to go, we could go War with Iraq. They knew the code to my Gate, that was ugly. Answer this, I got a million dollars. Who shot me? Motherfucker, who shot me? I don't know, who shot me? Who shot me? Uh, motherfucker, Who shot me? Motherfucker, who shot me? I don't know, shot me? Who shot me? Maybe 'cause I fucked your mom bitch, and I Knew if you found out, her scary ass gon' Tell 'em 'bout my hideout. Yeah, they really came to the front door, But luckily we had somethin' fatter than this nine Out. Or maybe it was the nigga that I Socked out. When he hit me first, I should've Been knocked out. All these maybe, maybe, maybe, maybes. About to say, "Fuck it," and start squeezin' without Aimin'. I got trust issues. If I don't fuck with dude, my body language Gonna tell him I don't fuck with you. I can't sleep at night, this shit above the Boo. Havin' nightmares of me comin' for dude. Havin' a hard time puttin' together two and two. They was in a brand-new truck, somebody sent them Dudes. They knew the code to my gate, that Was ugly. Answer this, I got a million dollars. Who shot me? Motherfucker, who shot me? I don't know, who shot me? Who shot me? Uh, motherfucker, Who shot me? Motherfucker, who shot me? I don't know, who shot me? Who shot Starin' out the window. Smokin' on this indoor 'cause I don't know who Did But I know this bullet don't just go where The blows. So I'm lookin' under my nose. Hate always comes from up close. But they can't stop me, Though. These ain't do no damage, though, you Niggas. Nigga, nigga bounced up out the Motherfuckin' hospital the same night, walked that Shit off like a motherfuckin' young gangster 'posed To, nigga. You feel me? Like my mama asked, nigga, like, "Boy, what's wrong With you, nigga?" Nah, mama. just Gotta walk it off, mama. Who shot me? After all wicked shit I did, I knew karma Was gon' catch up with a nigga. Ayy, nigga, what you doin'? Damn, I ain't know it was gon' happen like this. Nigga, watch out, nigga. Some niggas really tried to set me up. Nigga, watch out, cuz. I know shit get wicked In the streets sometimes. Wait, nigga. Hold on, nigga. Like I said-I'll nigga. Ayy, wait, nigga, wait, nigga. you never know when It might break off. But I guess God had some other plans for Me 'cause that shit ain't stop me.