Erick Rush - Shot Callers Lyrics

I always wanted to be a boss
I always wanted to be a shot caller
Back when Lil' Troy was going back to balling
I plotted getting me a biashara
Bila Shaka now I got it popping
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 honorable move
My first impression was impressive
Now I'm fucking shit up with my second
I stood my ground when niggas tried to finesse me
Got me fucking shit up for protection (Somebody bless me)
They always told me that the top comes with a lotta stressing
So I'm 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 getting it danm

I ain't seen mom in a minute (I ain't seen mom in a minute)
Been a while since I been in my city (Been a while since I been in my city)
One time for the G'z 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

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
Playing Fifa how I'm finessing
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 moo la)
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 jugglers)
When shit is cracking niggas get to clapping (Better a shot caller on the phone with the shooter)

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 standing 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 it's 7am in the morning I ain't even yawned yet
Some niggas been at it for the longest
I'm like how the fuck you ain't on yet
I remember my nigga hit me wit a pack
I was like fuck I'm gon do wit all that
But I did it still made it happen I'm getting

Still ain't seen mom in a minute (Ain't seen mom in a minute)
Been a while since I been in my city (Been a while since I been in my city)
One time for the G'z 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

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
Playing Fifa how I'm finessing
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 moo la)
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 jugglers)
When shit is cracking niggas get to clapping (Better a shot caller on the phone with the shooter)

Picked up a package know what to do with it
Hit up ya niggas go make it happen
When shit is cracking niggas get to clapping better a shot caller
For my shot caller