Erick Rush - 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 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)