Calling (feat. Vlientele)

Ayo, it's B thank you for hittin' my line, I'm not at the phone right now so please just give Me some time
I've been stressin' and depressin', I can't even go outside
The virus still up in the air, It's feeling like do or die.
I'm struggling for inspiration and losing concentration.
I'm feeling like a doctor cuz I'm lacking any patience.
But I've been planning my comeback, no time for relaxation
I've worked too hard to get right here, I cannot get complacent
Gimme a couple more years and ill be in ya top ten
Taking flights to Tokyo just to spend me some yen
Keep my circle small cuz I'm not used to keeping friends
After graduation, I won't see any of em again
I guess it prolly depends we'll see how the future play out
Just know at the concerts all you hatin' niggas betta stay out
I'm just tryna collect a payout but I want you niggas to see
That I'll be more successful than half of you niggas by 23

This goes out to all my niggas skipping bail, whippin' tail, dipping jail, and sippin' ale
Fuck the police man that's really how I feel
Locking niggas up get a cot and 3 meals
Then they chalk the deuces up and leave you there until you peel
Real niggas round me my mans would never squeal
And if he take the charge for me ima bless em show em its real
Loyalty is priceless when you find it get a grip
Cuz when them palms get to sweatin' real niggas never slip
The cats got my tongue when the pigs come
If I gotta run a foe flat, Lil nigga ima hit one
I'm not tryna be on a shirt, another victim
Or sitting in a cell trapped in the fucking system
People often misconstrue my kindness for weakness
But when I up this fucking screw they gon be calling for defense
8 that's the squad, we the fuckin allegiance
And if you step to us crazy we'll address your grievance
Ya bitch like a ballerina the ways she twirl on my penis
Bird bitch in the back going coco for peanuts
Cuz my jacket got more stripes than ya fuckin Adidas



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Warlick
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