Can't Call It
Look me in my eyes tell me all yo lies
Tell me all your aspirations, I won't be surprised
Caught myself trapped in the trenches, wiggled through the vines
Everybody got a dream shit I'm just chasing mine
I got my shot at different living and I let it fly
To let you know that where I come from I'm the poster child
Ain't really have no OGs so who I'm supposed to dial
Land of the young niggas I'm going hold it down
Now I'm standing eye to eye with all my idols
Surpassing all of my rivals
Passenger one of the flyest nigga
Everything going turn to gold like I'm Midas nigga
Came with a plan and told the world get in compliance with us
Tired of muthafuckas faking like they down for me
When every time I'm not around they speaking down on me
I can see right through your eyes you a clown homie
I got lost back in the trap then I got found homie
Look what I gave for this
Sacrificed so many days for this
I went broke tryna get paid for this
Too impatient couldn't wait for this
Wish you can see me now
I'm still the nicest kid around and got the witty style
Ain't no looking back
We just gotta keep going
I got brothers in the field and I just pray they make it home
They like what you doing
You should be out touring
I been laying low still hit the block when I get bored
Ain't no looking back
We just gotta keep going
I got brothers in the field and I just pray they make it home
They like what you doing
You should be out touring
I been laying low still hit the block when I get bored
Tell me all your aspirations, I won't be surprised
Caught myself trapped in the trenches, wiggled through the vines
Everybody got a dream shit I'm just chasing mine
I got my shot at different living and I let it fly
To let you know that where I come from I'm the poster child
Ain't really have no OGs so who I'm supposed to dial
Land of the young niggas I'm going hold it down
Now I'm standing eye to eye with all my idols
Surpassing all of my rivals
Passenger one of the flyest nigga
Everything going turn to gold like I'm Midas nigga
Came with a plan and told the world get in compliance with us
Tired of muthafuckas faking like they down for me
When every time I'm not around they speaking down on me
I can see right through your eyes you a clown homie
I got lost back in the trap then I got found homie
Look what I gave for this
Sacrificed so many days for this
I went broke tryna get paid for this
Too impatient couldn't wait for this
Wish you can see me now
I'm still the nicest kid around and got the witty style
Ain't no looking back
We just gotta keep going
I got brothers in the field and I just pray they make it home
They like what you doing
You should be out touring
I been laying low still hit the block when I get bored
Ain't no looking back
We just gotta keep going
I got brothers in the field and I just pray they make it home
They like what you doing
You should be out touring
I been laying low still hit the block when I get bored
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Writer(s): Qua'heim Murphy
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