Shot Down Video (MV)

I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white, he would always win the fight
Bang, bang, he shot me down, bang, bang, I hit the ground
Bang, bang, that awful sound
Bang, bang, my baby shot me
Niggas shoot you down when you up, and you been on that grind
Niggas double crossing they hate, it happens every time
Pulling up the funks on that bape, just look at the design
You are not the best no more, so it's time to resign
Pull up in them drop tops, we're trying to knock his top off
That nigga dipping, my gun spitting fire like it's hot sauce
That nigga snitching, I forget to outline him in chalk, y'all
But they don't wanna knuckle up, no, they don't wanna box, y'all
Hold on, let me switch the flow, all right, come on
Purple in my cup, but I'm not sipping on no Kool-Aid
Ridin' down the street, I'm blasting music playing Cool-J
She want a second chance, but I done told that bitch it's too late
Get up out your feelings, lil' nigga, cuz it's a new day
I don't listen to niggas who hate, cuz bitch, I'm too paid
I've been making money while I just been drinking D'usse
Your girl was trying to link last week, I think like Tuesday
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight, bang bang
No, I am not talking if it ain't about that money
That nigga try to play me like I was some type of dummy
If that bitch do got the fats, then I put dick all in her tummy
Got some runts stuffed in my blunt, so I can't lie, my vision blurry
That lil' bitch, yeah, she a mut, so I can't lie, that bitch ain't for me
They been asking me to drop, they been saying I'm acting Cory
I been saying she a bop, so how the f*ck can she support me
I been making all those guap on my collection full of foreign keys