I Got the Call
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Yo I own shit
Flow sick but you know this
Bring it back like my old kicks
All my 5s from 99 to 06, oh shit
Get to know him when he goes in
Yeah, yeah
Dude, just stick to your K2
I'm a trained K9
With Coffee & Tar Canines
Don't talk dues
When you know I've paid mine
Skip class got class get cash at the same time
Could cap a rollie but I save time
Changed man with the same plan
Get dough, stay low with my ray bans
Y'all getting spray tans
'm equipped with the spray can
'til my day ends
Amen
I don't hate man
But I hate youth
Flow sweet, break records like I'm Babe Ruth
I need a break boo'
Babe, really, nah, it ain't you...
Well it kinda' is
Kinda' did what I had to, to see the finer things
Got couple scars so I'm rhyme and shit 'yea'
Kids numb like handball calluses
Write classics that reach the palaces
Niggas past the piff forget their pacifists
Talk shit, that's another couple candles lit
But I'm chill for now I just came to spit
Shit
Mom say my face changing not in a good way
I don't really cares what I should say
Been a while since I seen a good day
I could blame the stress or the sess
Both had the same effect
These intellects intersect
To get the green with no vinaigrette
I need Washington like a play casting
Flow smooth Mac shorties in the same fashion
Face it, don't pass it
Face it, you live to pay taxes
Shorties tryina' hang like my sack is
Too massive
Style's catchy
Can't catch me
One "10" is better than five - five's car Massey
Great Gatsby
Don't gas me
You won't pass me
Don't ask me
Her name was Ashley
I'm where the cash be
I actually gradually gather green
and shatter dreams as man of your teams
I'm rapping on stream
Kush can I
Yo we workin' put the work in
With Smerk and we smirkin'
Dodging venom of the serpents
It's urgent
I'm certain
My purpose is writing verses in cursive
Until the earth split
You weren't really ready for disturbance
And the flyweight feeling all the turbulence
I got the call
I got the call
1-800 hot shit
Call me up and cop this, toxic, Blackin out on every single topic
Drop it, if you got the keys like a locksmith,
cops have you locked on past rock like the rockets
Dreaming of a rocket,
cleaning up this hot mess,
memories blurry like a photo of the Loch Ness
Talkin to my conscious,
I swear it's speakin nonsense,
if I could jus be honest I know I'd be beyond this...
Whatever that is, you can't take the tactics, this rap shit
Verbal black magic, call it mathematics,
for all you rap addicts,
and for those who can't catch it still go for the pot fly
Don't be greazy like Popeyes, I know that you're not I
Forgot that line cause I got high
Apologies, still hotbox the oddysey
I'm shaggy with alotta weed,
blueprints for technology, trynna buy a couple properties
I'm with my little cousin at the house playing monopoly
Tell a blind girl and she'll say "I gotta see"
I got philosophies, break it down, geometry
Kush can I
Yo we workin' put the work in
With Smerk and we smirkin'
Dodging venom of the serpents
It's urgent
I'm certain
My purpose is writing verses in cursive
Until the earth split
You weren't really ready for disturbance
And the flyweight feeling all the turbulence
I got the call
I got the call
All you MC's can't mess with this
Even Teddy Pendergrass will step to this
Treacherous
Tripwire sentences
Brainstorm, minefields to your residence
Uh, how you go contest the kid?
While you struggle with yourself and I'm blessed to live
But I heard you need an L so I choose to give
Ruthless kid
Utilize the booth, (?)
Got that Aquaman flow
Seaweed make me think slow
Got your girl going low
Like her ankle on her toe
Fuck a mistletoe
She like kissing slow
Cameltoe got a glow
Let that ammo go
(ringtone)
Yo, what's good Smerk?
Yo, what's good Jay?
Yo Smerk, where you at?
I'm on the corner of hillside, about to get on the F train
Nananana, don't get on the F, I need you on this track, right now
Alright, let's make it quick,
what's the deal, where it is? Where is that?
I'm on the corner here I'll scoop
you, a'ight? Just pull up, I'll pull up
Oh hi, hi, how you doin'?
Me, me, me I'm doing great
I'm staring at this lake
Wonder if the blocks on my feet they would skeep on my ankles
Used to look straight, now I'm looking different angles
(?) over my bird, trust me I'm disturbed
Sittin' on the curb no more happiness left inside of me
I called down an angel and I begged her to lie to me
I looked her in the eye and asked her "please let me die"
She smiled and she watched me crumble
I lost that shit, couldn't pick up the fumble
Dangerous man, with money in his hands
Now you better stand down
Motherfucker stand down
Rest in peace to the Ryan Lowe that you know
The more you know the more that I-I am discriminated
Swear to God I felt my heart was disintegrating
My mind is now twisted, calloused by existence
Another day, another fucking mission
I swear to God, I remember when I used to kiss you
In my kitchen, I had a gun to my face
I kinda hoped you pulled it
So I could finally rest
I'm struggling as fuck but I'm doing my best
I swear I'm a random guy that you randomly test
I saw, I promised you would fail
I'll send you to hell and barely on this earth
And you can probably tell, you can probably tell
I'm barely on this earth and you can probably tell
I'm barely on this earth and you can probably tell