Lyrics:
peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn't have
before you get sized up (tied up)
Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full
From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
advanced, I need all my advances
Bro hit me up for cash like we didn't have the same chances
My Dad hit me up like, why I don't live in a mansion?
I'm
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
a bit
Trying to figure what life is in the Street balling out with my homies
I gat the name of the street writing in
My chest west side no one knows my
the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
When the playas live (Playas)
Don't have to think twice about no meal
When the playas
yeah)
You think i'm in the way (yeah, yeah)
I gotta take this shit day by day (day by day, day by day)
I was dead broke they ain't have no love for me
in the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel
bad, then no man go do you good
My life changed when I realized the streets boy is gonna have to toil very hard before Getting food
Because you they
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
young Gs will grip, then blast
Have you tried in the street? Fuck findin' my feet
I could ride, but it's better when I'm ridin a beat
My emotions are
peace
Raised in the streets
You want love, I'ma show you love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
It's just
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessey and my real
Niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gonna have
To come
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
It's Calling My Name (prod. by WHOISJBEATS)
“Its Callin My, Name… Its Calling My name (Bodega)
Its Callin My, Name… Its Calling My name”
(Chorus)
shots through the night
Live by the gun, die by the sword
I guess I live by the knife
This in the name of Sosa, boy
I’ll have you killed by the night
And,
live to retire
Cash flow extreme, dress code supreme, vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player, you know who I mean
High rollers
Yeah
No
Mary-
Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac
I finished the one-act
I got an audition-
I started the story
Rehearsal pianist
So
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
to live out their names
Some rode the bus, some rode the train
Some motherfuckers wish they never came
When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang
Nine
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