Calling

Yeah Na na 'Kechi, Tha Don Chai! Just gotta keep going, y'know Gotta, gotta find it (One-two) Gotta Yeah I been doing a lot of soul searching Never sold Merchant, eyeing me Like a nigga on the street who be cat calling I been stalling for a minute or two But now I'm long overdue So now it's time to pursue I'm only short on a few Decibels of confidence Or self fondness Used to bond 'Kechi to Tha Don That goes beyond the dooey Truly seeing me in all my glory Best seller of my own story Can't afford to let the ink dry Collecting dust Don't know the way, but I must find it Must grind it out, Parmesan That bar was full of cheese Ladies like the way I cheese But nowadays all I think about is earning cheese I'm really hard to please Everything has to be grandiose Not even close makes the cut It's all a gut feeling But does your guy ever need healing It's like Can you feel it calling on you Pressure falling on you to be free Trust and believe And keep trying Take time as I Just take time Yeah Take time as I elevate Stressed mind so I meditate Let's fly up to heavens gates Open up, let the blessings fall Rain down like a trip to the shopping mall Heavy drip, take a sip Big lipped, small talk All walk, take a dip in the deep end Never depend on a nigga playing defense On the pretense that you pass the rock Pretend that a nigga really tryna block He ain't for the flock I ain't messing with the zone Imma shoot my shot Set the tone, DND on my telephone Wanna say my name, then you better know What it is, what it'll always be Destiny really calling me out the gutter Butterflies and a subtle stutter Music be my bread and butter Fed me, time to feed the others Can you feel it calling on you Pressure falling on you to be free Trust and believe And keep trying Can you feel it calling on you Pressure falling on you to be free Trust and believe And keep trying And keep trying