Callin Me
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Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the streetest of 'em all?
Ghost, nigga
Streets got a way of callin' me, ayy
Make me feel like they needin' me
Said it ain't been the same since I left
But I can't take this stress in my chest
And although I pledge my life to these streets
I gotta do what's best for me
Dippin' in the foreign
Away from the snakes and the jakes and informants (Get away from 'em)
I don't want the case, bail money or the warrant (Uh-uh)
I don't want the stress when I'm wakin' in the mornin' (No stress)
Every time I'm yawnin'
I don't miss the cold cuffs, jail cell, cold cuts
I don't miss givin' the Jewish lawyer like a whole buck (A whole buck)
I'm in the airport lounge (Lounge)
Headed to a spot where I can air more pounds (Uh)
Thinkin' 'bout, "Patrรณn, can I air more rounds?"
Got my zoom turned up, I don't hear y'all now (Can't hear)
Me and Trev then hit me on the bleep
Said they miss me on the street, all
These niggas lookin' sweet (Who what?)
They be talkin' 'bout the swag, but
They ain't rappin' on the beat (No)
Why don't you mash them boys out? Make it happen for the streets
I'm like, "Aw, man, I'm Laxmo, let me ball" (Aw, man, I'm Lax)
But I answer, like Batman, the streets just call, what up?
Streets got a way of callin' me, ayy
Make me feel like they needin' me
Said it ain't been the same since I left
But I can't take this stress in my chest
And although I pledge my life to these streets
I gotta do what's best for me
Know me then I been a wreck, surprised
I ain't been to death (Been a wreck)
Now I'm callin' room service, I ain't get my dinner yet (Damn)
Yeah, I'm overseas, hotel, on the internet
Twitterin', homies in the hood ain't glitterin' (What up?)
Why you think they rob and steal? Right to the bitter end (Bitter end)
Lot of rappers shine, but the chain too fake
Like the game too fake 'cause homies is two-faced (Two-faced)
Make a brother irk like he got a re-toothache (Irk me)
What you know about the spot just havin' the toothpaste? (Is that it?)
With your socks in your drawers
I don't stop for the law (I don't stop)
My homie got beef, I'ma pop with the four (Pop)
My Philly brothers say, "Yeah, ahk, you the Ford" (What up, ahk?)
When I was nineteen, I was OG (OG)
Always held it down, ask nine of my co-Ds (Ask 'em)
World know I'm gangster, yeah, even the police
Streets is my girl, she love me and she call me (I love you)
I don't wanna answer, but I do 'cause it's all me, yeah
Streets got a way of callin' me, ayy (They callin' me, dawg)
Make me feel like they needin' me
Said it ain't been the same since I left
But I can't take this stress in my chest
And although I pledge my life to these streets (My life)
I gotta do what's best for me
Nothin' but the papers, acres, haters
Grimy-ass shooters that'll send you to your maker (Your maker)
Blowin' on Jamaica, brown shit
Crown Vic thinkin' 'bout the capers, where
It could take us (Where it could take us)
Had to be a man with balls (I got the balls)
Ran the streets, ran the halls, homie, grams and all (Everything)
Then it turned to Os like I'm froze in a pose (I'm froze)
On the block 'cause my clothes say I'm made for the hoes (I'm made)
Flows that I got say I'm made for the shows (I'm made)
Tear any rap nigga head off as I go (Yeah, head off)
Do he know about keys? Do he spit? Nigga, please (Nigga, please)
That's why I got condos, vehicles with ease (With ease)
Caught a couple cases, cut it short, I've been cool since (I'm cool)
Now these fake cowards been actin' like a fool since (Cowards)
But they about to get mauled (Mauled)
Know a real G back 'cause the streets just called (Called, yeah)
Streets got a way of callin' me, ayy
Make me feel like they needin' me
Said it ain't been the same since I left
But I can't take this stress in my chest
And although I pledge my life to these streets
I gotta do what's best for me