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(Hook)
All shots on me, I take the night, ayy (brrt)
They spray the air, I hold my pride, ayy (skrrt)
All shots on me, but I'm alive, ayy (whoa)
Keep my circle tight, we survive, ayy (yeah)
(Verse 1)
Night paint drippin' neon, block cold, no sleep,
Heart beat like a drumline, city talkin' cheap.
They throwin' lead and envy, I just duck and weave,
Mama prayin' on the porch, told me "Boy, believe."
I seen brothers fold, I seen brothers switch lanes,
Too many funerals, too many names in flames.
My chest holdin' memories heavy like a chain,
But I move silent, stack my pain, never explain.
All shots on me — mental, physical, in text,
Enemies celebrate, shot glasses to the next,
But I steady with the sorrow, pockets full of debt,
Tryna build a better day from the pieces I collect.
(Pre-Hook)
They test the line, they wait for me to slip,
I keep my hands tucked, I keep my mind equipped.
Can't trust the crowd, smiles hide a blade,
So if the shots come, I'm ready for the grade. (brrt)
(Hook)
All shots on me, I take the night, ayy (brrt)
They spray the air, I hold my pride, ayy (skrrt)
All shots on me, but I'm alive, ayy (whoa)
Keep my circle tight, we survive, ayy (yeah)
(Verse 2)
Flashback — lil’ me playin' in the stoop, no shoes,
Now it's late nights, red lights, keep movin' through.
Friends switchin' lanes for fame, they'd be the first to duck,
I learned trust cost money, loyalty's a must.
Shots ain't only metal — it's words, it's betrayals,
It's doors closed, lost hope, empty mail.
I carry all that heat, let it simmer in the chest,
Turn the pain to anthem, let the city feel the stress.
I don't glorify the drama, I narrate the scars,
Countin' blessings in the dark, prayin' under stars.
If they aim for my soul, I'ma guard the gate,
All shots on me — I'm a target and a weight.
(Bridge — melodic)
Tell me who gon' hold me when the lights go down? (who?)
Tell me who gon' ride when the whole town clown? (nobody)
I been takin' all shots — let the echoes sound,
Turn my wounds to wisdom, wear my crown proud. (ayy)
(Verse 3 — buildup)
Now I'm movin' different, patience like a snake,
Every miss and whisper taught me how to create.
Keep the heater hidden? Nah, keep the hustle loud,
But I pray for the lost ones floatin' in the crowd.
Used to blink back tears, now I let the world know,
Scars on my sleeve, every stripe from the row.
All shots on me — I breathe and I reload,
Every setback a lesson, every loss a code.
I won't fold, I won't fold — that's the vow I keep,
Even when the nights stay long and the block be steep.
If they shoot for my future, I still step bold,
'Cause the real ones with me, we worth more than gold.
(Hook — final)
All shots on me, I take the night, ayy (brrt)
They spray the air, I hold my pride, ayy (skrrt)
All shots on me, but I'm alive, ayy (whoa)
Keep my circle tight, we survive, ayy (yeah)
(Outro — ad-libbed)
All shots, all shots, yeah (all shots on me)
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Details
GeneratedJan 27, 2026
Duration3:15
LanguageEnglish
Style
raw street emotion, melodic sing-rap hooks, gritty imagery, punchy ad-libs, and short repetitive bars, male
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