Hush

Land of da heartless
Roll thru your city
Until I get car sick
Back on my drill shit
I'm unscrewing the nail
And come back And drill shit
Hammers and tool builts
Steal toe boot
In this bitch with a hard hat
I dont need shots of da liquor
For me to remember
Who brought all the bars back
Me at da top notch
Still on the corner at four
In the morning
My nigga we block watch
I gotta trap ina back of the map
I'm moving it nonstop
i'm will just fade em
Adjusting my blade
Now he get his top chopped
I put a part in da middle
Dividing you niggas
You know how we slide on niggas
I'm taking yo face off
I made it pop like a snare
And i clap At u niggas
The 808 bass off
Down in East Cleveland
Family still fight demons
We still slide in demons
Ice on my neck I'm anemic
All of you falling with autumn
I'm changing da season nigga

Dat boy wrist to sick
I bring them doctors in
Came to far to turn back
We just poppin shit
We don't do no talking
Ain't no gossiping
Shhhhh
Everything on hush

It's my party I'm gone turn up
All about green
Don't mean no turn up
You can call me Tae wall inferno
Fire that flame until I burn up
Take off running in dior runners
To the birdman
Like number one stunna
Fifty round drum
And it keep on drumming
Fly thru Brooklyn
With Andre drummand
I got the strap on my stomach
We get to stepping and stomping
Dam we disturbing the peace
I got what I got
You can't cop what I cop
Now I'm patrolling the streets
Uh tell all them niggas
Who run and go gossip
I put the blick on they noggin
Uh running in Saks I'm shopping
Watch a little nigga run back and Gossip uh



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Writer(s): Donte Wallace
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