Why U Callin ?

Grew up to early selling dope
Grew up too early still got hope
He is hitting me up
I m hitting that note
Tried a lot
Failed
Tried again
Maybe that all was just planned
Stand for myself
Stand by my words
I stand
West side
Dirty cash hand to hand
Design s**t
Crime scene logo
Own brand
Out of this reality
Minor key
Who I became
And who I want to be
Win it
Lose it
Dope in that zip
Trapping shining
Lsd trip
No stop
Staying lit
My block is hot
My block is hot
My rhymes oh s**t
I spit one, two, three
Six owe
Verse, hook, verse
Repeat
Back on Spring Street
Dope ass beat
Dope ass bitch
Loosing myself
Loosing you
Still got it
Got a crew
Got a clue
Crime on the beat
See right though you
See right though you
Some things went wrong
All alone
Why you calling bro
I thought you gone

Things I did
And things I seen
Crime on this beat
Crime scene
Some things went wrong
All alone
Why you calling bro
I thought you gone
Things I did
And things I seen
Crime on this beat
Crime scene
Some things went wrong
All alone
Why you calling bro
I thought you gone



Credits
Writer(s): Maria Trunina
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