Perks Callin

This the life of a young baller
Growing up, ain't have no damn father
The streets made me who I am mama (made me who I am)
Eddie B, he still be on my conscience
This the life of a young baller
Growing up, ain't have no damn father
The streets made me who I am mama (made me who I am)
Eddie B, he still be on my conscience

I been druggin', druggin', druggin' real heavy lately
The other day I almost dozed off in the elevator
She asked me why my eyes closed I say "I'm meditatin'"
All my nigga drink that lean need that medication
I'm just ridin' round the city with no destination
I can go anywhere I want without no hesitation
Ain't enough weed in ya blunt you smokin' hella paper
And fuck a weed man boy I gotta weed lady
I call her phone and say three words, "what up juicy baby?"
She say I'm here
And then I pull up get two half a babies
I'm really talkin what I live ain't no fabrication
Most of them rappers who got deals use their imaginations
They ain't really in the field, they just actin' crazy
Me, I'm still in the trenches after I got the paper
Since I got paper, I been drippin' I got lots of flavor
I watch a lot of niggas slip up and run out of paper
Buyin' watches and shit, when you just got the paper
Try keep up with the shiners you goin' run out of paper
We be rockin' Italian shit on a daily basis (italian)
When you be this clean look at the look on bitches faces

Hold up, this a nigga bitch callin'
My diamonds dancing bitch they crip walkin'
Excuse my language, I'm just shit talkin'
If you ain't hang with me you can't get shit from me
Been thinkin' 'bout my bitch lately

Sorry, forgot you ain't my bitch baby
I don't want no relationship
But, I still want ya friendship

Lately, I been on some other shit
Tell her come stay the night and I don't even fuck the bitch
I got too fucked up, passed out in front the bitch
You got me fucked up, you ever think I'm goin' quit

We sippin' out that double cup this that qualities
R.I.P to Eddie b, wish I could bring you back
Swear I smoke a thousand black and milds bring you back
My nigga used to smoke them bitches like they cigarettes
My trap buddy, every morning first ones on the trap
We used to fuss about who get to hit the first pack
Do any thing to bring ya nappy head ass back (Nigga)

And I can hear them drugs callin' (I can hear them drugs callin')
And I can hear the hood callin' (I can hear the hood callin')
And I can hear my block callin'
Only got one shottas callin' (they callin' me)
You know it's on me nigga (you know it's on me)
Everything is on me nigga (everything is for the team nigga)
Do this shit for the team nigga (Y-B-S shit)
I'm just tryna live the dream nigga (just tryna live the dream nigga)