Jinsu The Hit
[Verse 1]
I tend to go and make this shit worse, a telltale from a ghost
Surprises from people who love me the most, when I seen feelings of mine were sinking but kinda' waiting for you to look and start a conversation still contemplating
Though the months tend to go and past, I felt ashamed and insane looking at my ass
Never in a million years I would live with that, started leaving mad shit out just to prove a fact
Peep it how I take it back, hit the subway
Up early in the morning, bout 7 to the A.M, hella tired still yawning
Forgot where I was dropped off, man talking the block off
A Louis duffle found in the alley but was a knock off
That's when she came around the side in a rush, grab the bag up with the quickness, didn't even say what's up
I told her I ain't tryna' take it, just wanted to pick it up
Now realizing what's in it had my mood switching up
Told her my name, she replied telling hers
Name Jay, California was her state of birth
Told me she'll see me around, I didn't believe it, waved bye see ya later, really didn't know the reason
Haven't seen her since the day of the alley, Keys hit me on the text saying he happy for me to get at me
Told him I'll call him in a few had a phone call coming in, then heard a couple knocks on my door saying to let me in
Nobody knew where I stayed besides Keys and Ben, checking through my peephole my surprise was neither them
Tip-toe back in my room grabbing my metal on a heartbeat and to be honest ain't tryna' be a goner
I heard the knock again, "who is it?"
Nobody answer, now I'm thinking the mail figure but really isn't
I turned the knob on my door seeing no one in sight but some blood and the same Louise duffle on the right
I seen a blood trail coming down my hallway, shit ain't really adding up, really ain't my forte
Glance in the bag for a first time, so much cash could blow your mind
Praying nobody drop a dime, couldn't understand or really let it get to me
I let it speaking to me telling one it make me history
I let it sink for a minute, thought I was reading wrong
But I wasn't I guess I ain't living long, I see somebody got a hit on me
I heard another bang on my back window, gripped my burner and dipped low
I'm feeling in the slick mode but scared at the same time
Connecting pieces tryna' solve a crime, hearing footsteps closer right in front of my bed
Then the pressure of a forty cal in back of my head, I turn around to see her eyes open then mines closing
One shot it had my body flowing, my soul going to a place where I'm resting sooner than I expected
To my perfectionist it's a lesson better than a new method, for the line I'd be changing up
Though the game is tough, my conclusion from a young male who ain't waking up
Nigga what
