The Calling (feat. Flex Different)
Hey
Hey
Huh
You already know
I was just a young boy
When I first got the heat
Selling bags and hitting licks
Became a addicted to the streets
Some niggas switched they views
How they turn they back on me
Say you gotta keep the tool
When you tryna get that cheese
Bow
Couple people did me dirty
Looking like a pair a cleats
Try to play me like a turkey
Guess they all don't fuck with me
Lost some niggas and it hurt me
Ain't no telling how I grieve
Why the fuck would I just stay here
You ain't preciate me
Really make it hard to smile
See the look up on my face
One way in and one way out
Guess it's going both ways
I can't chill up on the weekend
Cause I gotta get paid
Bitches love to play the victim
Like they wanna be saved
And she keep saying I'm a dog
I can't really be tamed
Knowing things ain't going right
I'd be the one to take the blame
Knowing that I love you
Should a told you from the start
It's a couple girls that hurt me so it's ice up on my heart
AMG for the winter
Big big blessed
But I'm still a lil sinner
Ditsy you a rookie
Level 1
A beginner
Now we getting higher
Loweys mad that I'm still up
I can hear the heavens calling
I can hear the prisons calling
I can hear the tings calling
I can hear the drugs calling
Yeah
Is it wrong to want it all
Cause I ain't never had shit
Had some thousands watched it burn like a bad soul
I had really went retarded I ain't have my own mind
I was leaning towards these drugs sipping syrup wasting time
Killa been gone for a minute
He coming back in a second
Know these niggas want me resting So I'm trusting nothing breathing
I got niggas never coming back
In that cell or the dirt
I lost so many people I'm constantly feeling hurt
Why the fuck am I here I shed some tears on that verse
My lil nigga needed me and then they put em on a shirt
For I was even gang banging
I was putting in work
That's a shift that got my brother never coming home
The way them niggas did you
Make me wanna ride solo
We was posed to rap together
Go around touring global
I keep saying I won't turn myself in because my kids
But it's cause my granny saying she ain't got much longer here to live
AMG for the winter
Big big blessed
But I'm still a lil sinner
Ditsy you a rookie
Level 1
A beginner
Now we getting higher
Loweys mad that I'm still up
I can hear the heavens calling
I can hear the prisons calling
I can hear the tings calling
I can hear the drugs calling
LONG LIVE TJ MOOK TULU RICKY & GINO & OTHER FALLEN KINGS
Hey
Huh
You already know
I was just a young boy
When I first got the heat
Selling bags and hitting licks
Became a addicted to the streets
Some niggas switched they views
How they turn they back on me
Say you gotta keep the tool
When you tryna get that cheese
Bow
Couple people did me dirty
Looking like a pair a cleats
Try to play me like a turkey
Guess they all don't fuck with me
Lost some niggas and it hurt me
Ain't no telling how I grieve
Why the fuck would I just stay here
You ain't preciate me
Really make it hard to smile
See the look up on my face
One way in and one way out
Guess it's going both ways
I can't chill up on the weekend
Cause I gotta get paid
Bitches love to play the victim
Like they wanna be saved
And she keep saying I'm a dog
I can't really be tamed
Knowing things ain't going right
I'd be the one to take the blame
Knowing that I love you
Should a told you from the start
It's a couple girls that hurt me so it's ice up on my heart
AMG for the winter
Big big blessed
But I'm still a lil sinner
Ditsy you a rookie
Level 1
A beginner
Now we getting higher
Loweys mad that I'm still up
I can hear the heavens calling
I can hear the prisons calling
I can hear the tings calling
I can hear the drugs calling
Yeah
Is it wrong to want it all
Cause I ain't never had shit
Had some thousands watched it burn like a bad soul
I had really went retarded I ain't have my own mind
I was leaning towards these drugs sipping syrup wasting time
Killa been gone for a minute
He coming back in a second
Know these niggas want me resting So I'm trusting nothing breathing
I got niggas never coming back
In that cell or the dirt
I lost so many people I'm constantly feeling hurt
Why the fuck am I here I shed some tears on that verse
My lil nigga needed me and then they put em on a shirt
For I was even gang banging
I was putting in work
That's a shift that got my brother never coming home
The way them niggas did you
Make me wanna ride solo
We was posed to rap together
Go around touring global
I keep saying I won't turn myself in because my kids
But it's cause my granny saying she ain't got much longer here to live
AMG for the winter
Big big blessed
But I'm still a lil sinner
Ditsy you a rookie
Level 1
A beginner
Now we getting higher
Loweys mad that I'm still up
I can hear the heavens calling
I can hear the prisons calling
I can hear the tings calling
I can hear the drugs calling
LONG LIVE TJ MOOK TULU RICKY & GINO & OTHER FALLEN KINGS
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph A Wright, Desmond Powell
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