I Found Keisha - 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 his 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 name

Shorty 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, that Tim 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 than 'em

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