I Found Keisha Lyrics - Dave East

Interrogations got my mental racing 

I ain't tryna end up in Bellevue as no mental patient 

See the plan was let's set a schedule, Tim from the other side had it 

Tim was into the flashing, sold him sour and caskets 

It's systematic, every Thursday night he would re-up 

Navy blue Infiniti tinted, rolling his weed up 

Anytime he felt he was followed it made him speed up 

He rarely cracked a smile, his demeanor was always G'd up 

Knew this chick that was mutual, every Monday they'd meet up 

Quick visits, he'd drop off a bag, she got her feet up 

Tim paid the rent to the apartment, it's in shorty's name 

Shorty's name? I'll get to that later, to me they all the same 

My cousin James called my phone, told me it's urgent 

He scoped the situation out, timing had to be perfect 

Worthless feelings building inside the mother of Tim's kids 

He got two boys plus she know where all of his friends live 

We found the weakness in his platoon, it's goon weather 

Hoodies only do dark colors, it help us move better 

I told James, cuz you know what to do if you catch her 

Might've took a loss, will I lose? Never, that's fool's treasure 

We gon' do this right, we ain't the type that's too extra 

It's Sunday night, James got the drop on the meeting time 

Monday came, Tim switched cars, nothing police could find 

I'm on standby, James supposed to come pick me up 

He said at three, at ten meeting shorty, something he picking up 

James ain't got no kids or no wifey so he don't give a fuck 

James remember when I had called him, glad that he picked it up 

(Hello?) I told him I woke up, Rollie missing (word?) 

Shit had me sick cuz, ready to make my home the prison 

She had her Gram deleted morning after I got robbed 

Since then I been looking for her, I treat it like a job 

James took a picture and sent it, asked me who is it 

I text him and I told him, no question, she look familiar 

Fifteen thousand, the Rollie and a couple chains 

Charged it to the game but something was on my brain 

Couldn't figure it out, I'm thinking like Tim lying 

James peeped one of Tim's sons walking with mommy 

He thinking put him in the trunk and then he lit a blunt 

He getting antsy, he been sitting on this lick all month 

He ain't bother them, more concerned with they father them 

James parked in the complex, shawty walking in 

Black leggings, leather jacket, and some black shades 

Shorty five seven, few days earlier she got braids 

Ever since I got robbed, riding 'round in a hot rage 

Don't even care if I get locked up 'til I'm my pops' age 

James called me one more time, Tim pulled up by himself 

He parked and walked in the building, and then he checked his mail 

James a face Tim ain't never seen, shorty and Tim 

Up in the crib, this nigga fell asleep 

James knocked twice, nobody answered so he picked the lock 

Cut the lights, took his shoes off, walked around in his socks 

Shorty in the bathroom, wine glass and red wine 

Tim got missed calls from his sons before they bedtime 

James opened the door, it's steaming, whole mirror foggy 

Shorty in the tub, James 'bout to leap, he feeling froggy 

Soon as she see him, two shots, right in the forehead 

Silencer kept the blood neat, ain't leave the floor red 

Slid out, Tim still sleeping, he never woke up 

James had some powder to make him think Tim was coked up 

Leather bag, iPhones, chains, and the Rolex 

Fifteen thousand in hundreds and fifties, took no less 

Tim stretched out so James looked through his phone 

Searched through all the dressers, exploring all through the home 

A couple of text messages, saw the name Keish 

"Wait a minute, that's that same bitch that robbed East" 

James ran out, jumped in the car, relit the blunt up 

The sun up, kids going to school, think I might come up 

Keisha found in a pool of blood, James got one up 

I owe you nigga 

Cut the lights, took his shoes off, walked around in his socks 

Shorty in the bathroom, wine glass and red wine 

Tim got missed calls from his sons before they bedtime 

James opened the door, it's steaming, whole mirror foggy 

Shorty in the tub, James 'bout to leap, he feeling froggy 

Soon as she see him, two shots, right in the forehead 

Silencer kept the blood neat, ain't leave the floor red 

Slid out, Tim still sleeping, he never woke up 

James had some powder to make him think Tim was coked up 

Leather bag, iPhones, chains, and the Rolex 

Fifteen thousand in hundreds and fifties, took no less 

Tim stretched out so James looked through his phone 

Searched through all the dressers, exploring all through the home 

A couple of text messages, saw the name Keish 

Wait a minute, that's that same bitch that robbed East 

James ran out, jumped in the car, relit the blunt up 

The sun up, kids going to school, think I might come up 

Keisha found in a pool of blood, James got one up 

I owe you nigga 

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