Streets Still Calling Songtext

Riding with police behind me in a car full of drugs
I got one foot on the gas, one foot in front of the judge
My baby mama still tripping want every ounce of my blood
He say he's hoping I die, my niggas hoping I blow
My homies dying in shell, I send them letters and soap
Come on and step in my world, my life is realer than yours
I watch bullets explode that man's brains on the wall
But this streets be calling, try to beg me to listen
Lost faith in the game and so I change my religion
Tryin to stack me a million and stay to fuck out of prison
On the day that I'm buried, I hope my sins is forgiven
I know I need me a woman, I'm addicted to hoes,
Got the mind of a soldier ready to ride for the cause,
Ready to lie on the stand, ready to die for my sins
Rather die as man, then ever live on my knees

[Hook x2]
Screaming fuck all these haters, mother fuck all this bitches
Got no time for these hoes, I got my mind on my riches
Tryin to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the prison But this streets still calling, tryna beg me to listen

[Verse 2]
I'm screaming fuck all these haters, mother fuck all these bitches
That made us come in around I bet Twezzy fuck all their bitches
Got some crack in the dishes I got some coke in the pot
A couple fiends in the kitchen they doin' dope in the spot
And nigga know that I'm hot there's no control of my fate
That's why I say a prayer before I put that work on my plate
And I pray can He hear me I'm just hoping that He listening
I sold me a couple bricks guess he's granted my wishes
I did shout for position I didn't lude for them prisons
I'm tryin' to run a game it's hard to do when you sittin'
Now I'm calling some shots affiliate with the mob
Now nobody hard to reach all it takes is a call
No disregard for the Lord these little niggers rebelling
He a labyrinth with the burner like what the fuck should I tell 'em
I told him go back to school shorty picked up his weapon
Then he picked up a pack dope life while he repping

[Hook x2]
Screaming fuck all these haters, mother fuck all this bitches
Got no time for these hoes, I got my mind on my riches
Tryin to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the prison
But this streets still calling, tryna beg me to listen

[Verse 3]
Okay now we're out of time niggas spark for their team
See them focus on their pawns while I'm tryin' to be a king
Mafioso young nigga but I been alive
Yeah 5 6 but banging like a nigga 6 5
That's right tryin' to see a hundred milli but these creeps are haters
See you do it they just wanna see you meet your maker
How a father before I pray on the above
Before I'm facing you in person I be facing at a judge
Sending in slugs for these niggers no love for these niggers
Got no time for these hoes only fucking these bitches
Money on my mind minds on another state
God told me grind all the time never hesitate
A stare, keep these niggas fair
Fuck is Mark Wahlberg all these niggers ten
We just getting money fuck what other nigger said
This at on top view hussle hard fuck the feds
Till 'em dead

[Hook x2]
Screaming fuck all these haters, mother fuck all this bitches
Got no time for these hoes, I got my mind on my riches
Tryin to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the prison
But this streets still calling, tryna beg me to listen