Grafh
Who Shot Ya
[Intro: Grafh]
Who shot ya?
Separate —lete my n***a, uh
Hopsin, uh
Who shot ya?
Thundering, boom (Doot, doot, doot)
Ay Porter, you still on them beats? Yup (yup)

[Verse 1: Grafh]
If you and I contact or we make a plan and shakin' hand with eye contact, that's a signed contract
I'm a fly guy but I define combat
I'm a wise guy, I rob by strap, do a drive by (Rep!)
Exotic verse, n***a this for fine wombat
Exotic fools, n***a this is fried Bombcat
I'm a boss, a top five rap
I'm not five for any top five who flatten a top five flat, that's a loss (Huh)
I'm ghetto Gs, this your Holy idol
The Holy Disciples loaded with loaded rifles
I've been to Hell and back, Hell and back, roller coaster cycles
[?]
The holy ghost [?]
You know when it supposed to like the poltergeist
I blow the hallow, I blow, it is going viral
I told ya, I'm goin' value, dumber than a lower IQ
The soul of Michael Myers is my solar cycle
You show more vital signs of no survival, now you gotta call my rivals
So f**k what you wrote n***a, I wrote the Bible
I put your soul in a open bottle and close the nozzle
My Glock plastic, I don't recycle
Who shot ya?

[Chorus: Grafh]
Yeah n***a, who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Yeah n***a, who shot ya? (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah n***a, who shot ya? (Brrr)
Separate the weak from the weak from the uh-uhu-uh, ah

[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Look, compet**ion's hasta la vista
Never too enthusiastic to meet ya
Heart's black as the reaper
F**k cash, I got a platinum visa
You can find me kickin' back in Ibiza
You couldn't get on my level, even if you climb a f**king ladder and reach up
Man, I'm too much of a savage, a beast, bruh
Slay offer me a slice and I said, "F**k that, I want half of the pizza"
I'm married to the game, you damn right I asked for a prenup
I've been light years ahead of my cla**, I'm a leader
Moving at light speed, so fasten your seat up
I unplugged from the Matrix a while ago, so just imagine my freedom
Everyday's a f**king vacation in my magical kingdom
The industry made you they b*t*h, you can pa** for Madea
But when it comes to me and this game, I'm Sacagawea
You n***as claimin' that you ballin' 'cause he package your reefer
But still livin' on the side, where the gra** isn't greener
I'd be ashamed to stand in your place
How you a boss, but got a man in your face calling the shots and snatching your pay?
But you still in the club, making it rain like v*****l spray
I've seen your pockets, I'm like, "Man, you okay?"
Who shot ya?
[Chorus: Grafh]
Yeah n***a, who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Yeah n***a, who shot ya? (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah n***a, who shot ya? (Brrr)
Separate the weak from the weak from the uh-uhu-uh, ah