Shot Callers Lyrics

(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 assumptions, you'll make all of us fools
On the stand make an honourable move
My first impression was impressive
Now i'm f*cking shit up with my second
I stood my ground when niggas tried to finesse me
Got me f*cking shit 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 niggas there from the beginning

(Chorus)
All I wanted was to hit a lick, It started off innocent
Then a young nigga got into shit
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 pass membership
Cops come, I don't remember shit

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 niggas, go make it happen
(Shot callers on the phone wit the juugers)
When shit is cracking, niggas 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 shit down you can't ignore
Then I'm out the door
If you ain't down, whatchu standin for?
Boy you niggas 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
Niggas tryna hold you back, pull em forward!"
Now I'm on it, its 7am in the morning I ain't even yawned yet
Some niggas been at it for the longest
I'm like, how the f*ck you ain't on yet?
I remember my nigga hit me wit a pack
I was like, "f*ck 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 niggas there from the beginning

(Chorus)
All I wanted was to hit a lick, It started off innocent
Then a young nigga got into shit
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 pass membership
Cops come I don't remember shit

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 niggas, go make it happen
(Shot callers on the phone wit the juugers)
When shit is cracking, niggas get to clappin
(Bet a shot caller on the phone with the shooter)

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