Sam Hayne - D.B3

A dome shot put a end to the story
Left lanzo stretched on the floor he swore he ended it gorey
Made every arrangement need to be gone by the morning
Him and his family flee the state to go and live in his glory
I’m talking every dollar every pound put it in the trunk
Hector felt like a wizard turned dat nigga to a skunk
Knew if he pull the trigger then his ship it woulda sunk
Every move was calculated planned this shit for bout a month
Hit the whip, hit the blunt, hit his baby mother up
Have the bags by the door I’m coming to pick you up
Gotta move fast If lil man sleepin then get him up
Ima go and ditch the pistol be there bout quarter to 1
Hung it up
Took the glock
To its final resting spot
Ain’t no X marking that shit
Can’t leave no traces for the cops
Hella anxious but speeding to the crib would just make him hot
So he DID the speed limit and cracked the roof on his drop
Let the smoke clear
Lil traffic but he got no fear
Text his baby momma and told her he almost there
Hate to start over in a place if he ain’t known there
But figure anything is possible long as a stove there
Clean get away that nigga hector finally got
Moving out the projects with the money and the product
Escaped being a body and the feds that tried to lock him
He Feeling like he Gotti godly aura round his body
He Waited till half of his paper was gone to set up shop again
Under ground so long he was ready to got some oxygen
Wifey got a regular job she bringing dollars in
She knew he wanted back in the game and she plotted stopping him
She Said we Scott free so you need to get on ya father shit
Sit hit down bond wit him, you can offer a lot to him
Cuz ever move hector was making his son was watch
She caught in the kitchen pretend whipping them post again
Like father like son
The cork don’t fly far from the bottle
Constantly tellin hector he should be a role model
Saving this family ain’t just a opinion it’s what she got to
But she could never talk to hector the same way that pot do
Whip it whip it whip it whip it
Razors kitchen pirex vision
Pick ups Drop Offs long trips missions
T ball field trips father missing
Birthday after birthday lil hector noticed the difference
Mommy always wit him daddy hardly isn’t
But so fascinated wit daddy he ain’t never trippin
Cuz I’m their private time he teach him how to use that Biscuit
This our lil secret don’t ever tell ya momma dis
Still a lil young so he take the clip out of it
Told him aim high preferably for the mouth and chin
And and for ya 10th birthday Ima teach you how not to miss
Meanwhile wifey in her head like something gotta give
Tired of all this arguing this niggas really gotta quit
He got another run today and ima talk him out of it
Cuz all this hustling ain’t matchin up to his accomplishments
Hector in the bathroom mirror wit the stone face
Black down Tranna get his ski mask on straight
Walked out wifey hit him with where you goin face
He Told her stop talkin i gotta keep my dome straight
But What he told his wife was a run was really a robbery
Ski mask way so nobody would know who robbin them
Wifey grabs his arm and tell him baby we gotta speak
Im rising at my job baby this aint the way we gotta eat
Take the rest of the money we got, and invest that
Think about ya son, his life you gotta protect that
Know you wanna be a provider and I respect that
But stayin in this life I reject that
Hector told her listen, this is what it is and this shit ain’t switching
The 1st day you met me I was pitching I’m gifted
And Workin at a job just ain’t a bag I’m Tranna get in
What is then
Risking ya life on all the missions you trippin
You said you’d give it up when we left
I miss the nigga that would be home and hold his son to his chest
He ain’t jus buy me no gifts, he showed me love with his sex
But Now you just fuckin obsessed
Causing me nothin but stress
I think I’m fuckin depressed
Honestly gave you my all Don’t think that nothing is left
Ain’t liking what’s goin on
So When you leave I hope you notice all them bags by the door
Cuz if you make it back tonight I promise we gone be gone
Lil Hector Woke up when the glass broke
Heard his parents argue but never heard it this bad tho
Fearless little boy went to where heard the noise
All he saw was his mother fighting somebody wit a mask on
Couldn’t be his father that wasn’t his father steez
Hitting on his momma that’s something he can’t believe
We prolly getting robbed he beatin up on my mom and my daddy gone
Was all the confirmation he need
Say less
Ran to the spot where daddy stashes the pistol
Only 9 years old but ready to press the issue
A Air Jordan box no sneakers laces or tissues
Just a chrome sig sauer that shit was clean as a whistle
All he could think about was making his daddy happy
Hero of the day He bouta protect the family
Knew that it was loaded it was heavier than average
Game face on, lookin like a baby savage
Heart of of a lion brain of a cub
He was Walking through the hall looking angry as fuck
He Walk pass the mirror aiming the snub
This Lil nigga bouta leave a stain on a rug
Stood by the door it was just like he imagined
Aim high and steady lil nigga this ain’t no practice
And just when lil hector think he got it
He fucked up and put a bullet in his mother noggin

Written by:
Hayzlie Montanez, Jracarr Johnson, Terrell Beckman

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