Hush

Got some people waiting on me just to fall
I'll intentions they don't mention
But I already know it all
I got shooters three towns down
And they be waiting on my call
Till they say the time of day
And they ain't artists but they draw

Keep it hush
My homie gunnin' in that range
But whats the rush?
My bitch be mad
She claiming that I lost my touch
I'm just cruising through until I've made enough

I don't be smoking no more
I gotta stay alert
Eyes wondering cuz I've been pondering when they gon' pull up on me cuz I know I'm cursed
But they know I'm worse
Had a call when I gassed up
I had a feeling sitting in my gut
Me and my akhi were serving the streets
White little rocks kept it under my nuts
Never concerned about running from feds
Keep my shit lowked I ain't never moved sus
Nothing be certain when dealing with heads
Crack make'm tough enough to set you up
They start by building up your trust
They pay back everytime they cuff
Till one day they say they want more than an eighth
So you call up your plug to adjust

Keep it hush
My homie gunnin' in that range
But whats the rush?
My bitch be mad
She claiming that I lost my touch
I'm just cruising through until I've made enough

Now phone calling beep beep
Head told us where to meet
Noticed the place was a bit too discreet
I had a 'chete tucked under my seat
I saw a pick up truck pulling up
Nah something wasn't adding up
But don't even stress about what happened next
Cuz I won't even snitch on myself
But all I can say is that one of these days Imma see that head when I'm in hell

Keep it hush
My homie gunnin' in that range
But whats the rush?
My bitch be mad
She claiming that I lost my touch
I'm just cruising through until I've made enough



Credits
Writer(s): Mohammad Nemati
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