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These Streets Are Callin` Me

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360 3 часа назад

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My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this][Woodie]I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark cloudsDealin` with these suckas, but they only see the bar cloudsStill I keep a strap for when I come across a killaI dreamt the day I`ll have to fight that killa in the mirrorI wake up every mornin`, hit my fifth and hope I liveJust another day to see what tomorrow`s got to giveI`m addicted to the liquorAnd at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce And wonder, "How did my life get here?"My ole goes in stayin` drunk and eliminatin` funkFuckin` hoes or rollin` triple golds always up in the trunkMy mother asks me everyday, "Are you still bangin?"I lie and tell her, "No", but her heart knows I ain`t changed noneI hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyesAnd try to tell her everything is gonna be alrightI hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers meBut for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin` me[Chorus: repeat 2X]My mother prays that I quit the life I leadDamn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin` meAnd I love her to death, but at the same time I`m a souljahI gotta put in work, let rivals know they can`t get over[Woodie]I`m a yoc influenced souljah taking chancesI`m levelin` with all my homeboys up in drug induced trancesEvil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategiesTo kill our enemies and not get conceptsMy homie got shot in the spine, he`s been paralyzedI see nothin` but deep despair when I stare into his eyesI feel my anger rise as I think about his characterHe never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for yaThese streets are really fair, and that`s a hard lesson learnedBut you realize quick enough after up three time getting burnedThe streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they holdYou in my way, I`ll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]That`s my motoLivin` in the bottle, hit the throttleLet this shit start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto [scrap killa][Chorus] - 2X[Woodie]Just got doneCreasin` up my khakis, put my nights onI hear my homeboys outside honkin` the hornI guess tonight`s onGrabbed the tray snubbyGive my moms a kiss goodbyeAs I hop into the rideShe prays that I come home aliveI can`t justify my life because I know I`m livin` rawWhat the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is onTryin` to get along, with my rivalsFoo, you must be jokin`What you smokin?Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for fools approachin`I`m tryin` to get aheadSpitin` high-lead at these rivals ramped upIn this life of vega got me homicidalBetter check my vital signsSince I`m livin half dead by the thoughtsGot my brain washed, fuckin` with my headBreak a sweat up in my bedDude, the nightmares got my body tenseBut still I`m prepared to die for this so called nonsenseCuz everything is fucked upThe whole world is corruptI`ll never switch up on my homiesSo consider me stuck, fuckedI ain`t trippin` thoughYeah my money`s sittin` lowBut still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor storeAnd clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivalsAll my only necessities for survival[Chorus] - 3X

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