Hush Child (feat. Delp L4DR) Video (MV)

Hush, hush, child, don't cry
Hush, hush, child, the devil can't hear you
Hush, hush, child, you won't die
Hush, hush, child, the devil won't get you
Caught up in a system where they control-alt delete us
That wasnt mine it was planted, they never wanna believe us
Judge with that gown looking down like he Jesus
Hush, hush, child, No let me tell you how they treat us
Church doors open, preach, sermon on the life we live
Rob Peter and Paul when it come down to them bills
On they mind then they trying, so you might just gotta kill
Shot his gun one time, now here one time, coming with years
Lord, forgive, the shit we gotta do, this shit get real
And ain't nobody giving, so we gotta take it
Especially when cash app, request 200 a pop lately
Got a imessage for God, I'm out here praying for sins/sends
I'm like, Lord, bless this prop, I'm thinking about betting 10
If it hit, can you please put on your heart to forgive again
Can't pretend like them bags ain't coming in when we win, yeah, they in
We got motion, but don't post it, we dont follow trends
And its family over here ain't got no friends
Generation of gens, purge commenced
I seen it all, I'm from the gutter where your killer probably love you
Niggas' mommas on that dope with daddy in a pen or thuggin
Partner who you call your brother, tell on you like it's nothing
I put my all in left for dead hope, they don't switch up and say f*ck me
You got a bitch, you say you love her, she gon' probably f*ck your cousin
Since the day my daddy died, all the tears I cried been bloody
Niggas dying, out here early, shit, you lucky to see 30
Shid, really 25, can't be scared, you gon' die
I don't glorify the street shit every time I slung my fire
Protect the brand, I'm letting them fly, that chopper sing like do or die
Shit, I don't gangbang, hustling to maintain, can't let my momma cry
Respect all, but we don't fear none, you bleed just like I
I seen some niggas who was pie, put some killers in the sky
I seen unc them in the kitchen cooking chicken that don't fry
Dope soul, money fold, I'm trying to milk the game dry
And if I up it, I'ma bust it, I ain't going out like Jah
Put the PK in the cookie pack and sell it like it's Za
Its hard to make it out of PA, all in A1 with my fire
It ain't no date up on that get back, if it cross me, you gon' die
That Yerky Yerk just kicked in, I'm about to switch it up right now
SKRRRRRRRRRR
Bitch, I got hustling flow, I feel like DJ
Let a nigga play, I'ma drop some shit like on Webay
Posted in the nine, making grand theft like CJ
Fully auto stuffed in my pants, don't tell me be safe
Still a hop out, and walk a nigga down, we used to feet race
Son of a gun, really one-of-one, I can't be replaced
Done hit the road with level 5 loads in the briefcase
No holidays or weekends, gotta move it on a weekday
From PA to VA, I was making plays back to back just like a replay
Left 4 Dead, I put us in the game just like EA
The east side'll never be the same until they free K
Ain't have no plug, a nigga still with eating off the PK
We were f*cked up, I'm telling P, we gon' be straight
Long night, all I hear my ear telling me keep faith
That nigga delp, can't rap, that nigga trash, that's what he say
Delp, you the best I ever had, that's what she say
Haha, he delp, nigga, this nigga can't f*ck with me, man
Come on, man, delp, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Shh, hush
Hush, hush, child
Don't cry, hush, hush, child
The devil can't hear you, hush, hush, child
You won't die, hush, hush, child
The devil won't get you