SHOTTA Lyrics

South side Chicago

In the days of Obama

Young man from the bottom

Shot his way into stardom

This the tale of the shotta

Ima tell you how it started

Section eight was his father

But he was raised by his momma

She taught him how to be stronger

Work smart not harder

Always rise above the drama

Go to school and be a scholar

Make the grade start ballin

He was fast lean and tall and

Tenth grade made the varsity

Found something he was awesome in

On his way to a scholarship

They was gonna pay for college when

He broke a leg now he on the bench

This is where it gets troublesome

Idle time really fucked with him

Now he losing that confidence

But he was gifted with the pen

This is when the shotta began

Trying to make it out the projects

One day mom in a wreck

Couldn't work didn't have the rent

Time for boy to become a man

Get paid was the master plan

Started juggin for them bejamins

First lick for a couple bands

Flipped it quick nearly doubled it

Got a taste now he off again

Pure hustle he was born with it

Fast money didn't need a check

Dropped out now he getting bread

Got the clout then came respect

Initiated to the local set

Now he armed and dangerous

With a crew that's murderous

Gang life mad turbulent

Many friends met an early death

In the trench this was not pretend

Now he rappin what he witnessing

Now he rapping how he livin it

Its a trap for these young men

Its a trap for these young men

Its a trap for these young men

Leave it be or please believe me

Squeeze squeeze squeeze

Release three three then

R.I.P last seen TV and

On white T a family grieving

Sad but true on the nightly news

Sad but true on the nightly news

Sad but true on the nightly news

Sad

On the nightly news

Sad but true on the nightly news

They're Shootin stars

Underneath the city lights

Shootin stars

Underneath the city lights

When he wasn't out paper chasin

He was music makin dedicated

Now he gettin heavy rotation

Bookin shows all across the nation

Gang related straight to hood famous

Born for this he was supposed to Make it

Now the rival gang goin crazy

They was poppin shots on the daily

No escapin confrontation

Only question will he make it

They was waitin patient for the day When

They could take his chain and beat His face in

Shots exchangin

Got his m8

Didnt make it

Killed in action

K.I.D'd him

Now the murder rate escalatiin

Both sides making statements

Got the chain back in blood

Platelets

Now the shotta livin to his namesake

Its war and the plot thickens

Fun and games till your dawgs Missin

Now the shotta gon John wick him

When its up its up stickin

Shot clock its starts tickin

He went slidin looking for a victim

Upped the blick that's when they hit 'Em

Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen

Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen

Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen

Leave it be or please believe me

Squeeze squeeze squeeze

Release three threes then

R.I.P last seen TV and

On white T a family grieving

Sad but true on the nightly news

Sad but true on the nightly news

Sad but true on the nightly news

Sad

On the nightly news

Sad but true on the nightly news

He was talking catching bodies

Till somebody up and shot him

Now he one of them bodies

That's according to the new Shotta

Broke my heart it was sorry

Footage leaked and we saw it

Now the whole world talking

A lot of power in them comments