(For my Shot Callers)
(Verse 1)
I always wanted to be a boss
I always wanted to be a Shot caller
Back when Lil' Troy was going "Back to Ballin"
I plotted getting me a biashara
Bila shaka now I got it poppin
Man I come far from the dungeons
I Got a full stomach, still I feel the hunger
Da man bout to shut down the buffet
Big homie told me the golden rules
He with the gold makes all the rules
Don't make a**umptions, you'll make all of us fools
On the stand make an honourable move
My first impression was impressive
Now i'm f**ing sh** up with my second
I stood my ground when n***as tried to finesse me
Got me f**ing sh** up for protection (Somebody bless me)
They always told me that the top comes with a lotta stressin
So im topping up on this sess
Popping up at random gotta leave em guessing
I barely read my sms's
I barely got time this semester
I'm rising, I'm shining, I'm grinding, I'm get'n it
(Bridge)
Damn, I ain't seen mom in a minute
Been a while since I been in my city
One time for the G'z in my city
Two times for the hustler's calling the shots
And the n***as there from the beginning
(Chorus)
All I wanted was to hit a lick, It started off innocent
Then a young n***a got into sh**
Took the dirt off my shoulders got rid of it
Now I'm bout my hustle bringing business in
Playin' Fifa how I'm finessin
Global hood pa** membership
Cops come, I don't remember sh**
I mediate and then I get to the Buddha
(Shot callers on the phone with the moola)
Picked up a package, know what to do wit it
(Shot callers on the phone wit the movers)
Hit up ya n***as, go make it happen
(Shot callers on the phone wit the juugers)
When sh** is cracking, n***as get to clappin
(Bet a shot caller on the phone with the shooter)
(Verse 2)
All my forefathers were shot callers
Mama said I'm next in order
I Hit the booth let em press record
Lay some sh** down you can't ignore
Then I'm out the door
If you ain't down, whatchu standin for?
Boy you n***as ain't got no heart
I don't even know where to start
Tryna be the man, you don't know the art
I don't even know when I started
I remember old heads told me
"Grab fate by the waist pull it towards me
You ain't gotta chase it, pull it to ya
n***as tryna hold you back, pull em forward!"
Now I'm on it, its 7am in the morning I ain't even yawned yet
Some n***as been at it for the longest
I'm like, how the f** you ain't on yet?
I remember my n***a hit me wit a pack
I was like, "f** I'm gon do wit all that"
But I did it, still made it happen, I'm get'n
Still ain't seen mom in a minute
(Bridge)
Been a while since I been in my city
One time for the G'z in my city
Two times for the hustler's calling the shots
And the n***as there from the beginning
(Chorus)
All I wanted was to hit a lick, It started off innocent
Then a young n***a got into sh**
Took the dirt off my shoulders got rid of it
Now I'm bout my hustle bringing business in
Playin' Fifa how I'm finessin
Global hood pa** membership
Cops come I don't remember sh**
I mediate and then I get to the Buddha
(Shot callers on the phone with the moola)
Picked up a package, know what to do wit it
(Shot callers on the phone wit the movers)
Hit up ya n***as, go make it happen
(Shot callers on the phone wit the juugers)
When sh** is cracking, n***as get to clappin
(Bet a shot caller on the phone with the shooter)