Calling

I can hear em calling
Might gotta stretch me a nigga
I can hear em calling
Show these niggas that I'm realer

Phone ring I'm in the booth I'm just press the Decline
Old bitches on my phone I don't want you Bitch I'm fine
Smoking gas by the pound that shit helps Relax my mind
Yeah I'm soaring like a eagle yeah you know a Nigga fly

She say boy you out your mind
I say bitch you damn right
What You Doing here tonight I'm tryna fuck Don't wanna fight
Income ain't doing better we just had lost The lights
And I still hopped on that plane to take that Trip to hit the mic
I'm tryna get it
Any means
Break down a brick serve it to fiens
If I gotta hit that block to give away that Cociané

Imma do it
I'm hustle
Make it flip without a struggle
Take the income from the music and imma let It bubble
Hit the gym worked on my arms I think I'm Getting back my muscle
Told her lay down on the bed and take This (What) without a struggle
And she dripping like my chain she say I'm Solving all her troubles
I really spit these raps I do not do none of that Mumble

I can hear em calling
Might gotta stretch me a nigga
I can hear em calling
Show these niggas that I'm realer

Phone ring I'm in the booth I'm just press the Decline
Old bitches on my phone I don't want you Bitch I'm fine
Smoking gas by the pound that shit helps Relax my mind
Yeah I'm soaring like a eagle yeah you know a Nigga fly

I can hear em calling
Ik they know I'm that lil nigga
I can hear em calling
I had to paint a bigger picture

They tell me lies and not the truth and I'm just Tryna figure why
Chest open and it's stained I've been hurt so Many times
I lost my brother in 11' I remember hard times
She staid the same and never changed and She help me with the cries
Still praise to my god pray that he gone
Make it right

41 miller meter put it up and let it shine
The way she do it do it good that's the Highlight of the night
Lay back and chill in the hills we put up an Appetite



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Davis
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