Текст песни Shooter in the Eyes - Potter Payper

Find me livin' in a film, call the boy Denzel
Tell the bitch, suck a dick, cos you know sex sells
When I get paid see my Ps excel
Your a small boy, me an XL
'04 riding basic in Felts, you ride a pencil case and some Felts
You can lie to yourself if it helps
Making little change, buy a little belt
Buy a new jacket and your new hat matches
Now a next man wanna know where your stack is
My bitch bad, your bitch ratchet
Your bitch fugly, I'll be on my Bugzy Malone up in country
4 white 1 b, now they wanna sun me, now they wanna love me
Who's the cool faces? I don't know my own self
I got 10 faces, drinking till I'm wasted
Don't know what to say when Auntie asks me how my day's been
Training Day, Training
Having no money never changed him
Getting slow money on the same strip
I be in the trap dawg, literally
Now I'm tryna rap dog, Twitter me
Might go bun still
Killers said they're feeling me, smoking on Vanilla trees
To the sky, make dua for me, look my shooter in his eyes
Me I won the BRIT Awards, suits and ties
But it's like my neck's up in this noose too tight
Got a new bit, I'll let him run 2 lines
You just live yours, lemme live mine
Cos Imma do me, Imma do fine

I said Imma do me, Imma do fine