Skipping The Calls by Cru2Deep

Verse 1

Pull up with my crew, lil' homie in the ride

West cap hangin' out, got my shooter by my side

G-funk bump, violins bleeding in the wind

Sacrap on my tongue, let the hotbox begin

Real ones in the circle, keep a snitch out the lot

Never switch for a fame, we just stick to the plot

Sample old records, let the soul in the cut

Twelve rounds with the hustle, never folding it up

Verse 1B - Guest

Whole team on the turf, we ain't fearing no threat

Violin still howlin', leave a mark, no regret

Up early makin' plays while you stuck on the bench

We been running these streets, sacramental the trench

So if you call my line, better mean what you say

Time cost too much, ain't no favors today

Chorus

I don't got time for you niggas, I'm skipping the calls

Rolling up Sacramento streets, my back to the wall

Violin in the air, but my mind never soft

Too smooth for your frontin', keep my circle locked off

Post-Chorus

Nah, nah, nah, nah, no time for you

Nah, nah, nah, nah, I slide right through

Verse 2

Sample that Marvin, but my soul stuck in dirt

Never fakin', I ain't friendly, I ain't never been hurt

Plotting moves in the cut, cut you off and you thirst

Droppin' West Coast game, see who runnin' it first

Smoke swirls by the river, ain't nobody can tell

Violin loop riding, got that ghost in the shell

You talk around the block, I’m just countin' my chip

You crash on the curb, I'm just lettin' you slip

Pre-Chorus

See my circle tight, ain't no space in the ride

Just me and the hustle, let the fake on the side

Chorus

I don't got time for you niggas, I'm skipping the calls

Rolling up Sacramento streets, my back to the wall

Violin in the air, but my mind never soft

Too smooth for your frontin', keep my circle locked off

Post-Chorus

Nah, nah, nah, nah, no time for you

Nah, nah, nah, nah, I slide right through

Bridge

Hate in the rearview, I ain’t lookin' again

Windows cracked on the block, just me and the wind

Violin steady croonin', mind sharp as the blade

I’m too quick with the fade, let 'em talk, let 'em fade

Verse 3

Slide solo through the night, paint streets with my far

Ain’t no handouts, no love, that's just how things are

Catch me stackin' in silence, never flex for the scene

If you wasn't down before, you ain’t part of the team

Still circle stay small, keep my game on mute

Let the violin cry, let the hustle compute

Tell 'em time’s money, and I’m spendin' it right

Sacramento in the veins, disappear outta sight

Chorus

I don't got time for you niggas, I'm skipping the calls

Rolling up Sacramento streets, my back to the wall

Violin in the air, but my mind never soft

Too smooth for your frontin', keep my circle locked off

Post-Chorus

Nah, nah, nah, nah, no time for you

Nah, nah, nah, nah, I slide right through

Post-Chorus

Nah, nah, nah, nah, no time for you

Nah, nah, nah, nah, I slide right through