streets keep callin' me

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sometimes i wonder

was i playing maybe

or was i a accident

made a oops baby

no disrespect to ma mother

but at times i wish ma daddy used the rubber

my family and relatives used to say i need to stop what i'm doing and come to church

but when they need to borrow some money they ask me first

used to be the rustiest filthiest dirty spoon in the sink

now all the brawds wanna gimmi their hot wet pink

tryna get ma wands up

pockets fat like the blob

pull up on tha aff with ridiculous throb

slap and click shift

like that old school mob

3 12's in the truck doing it's job

if you look carefully in ma pupils you'll find

misery and triumph

to struggle in hard times

i come from a broken home

same clothes for weeks

couldn't find love at home

so i found it on the streets

yea they got me in the streets again

i'm always a repeat again

gotta get back up on ma feet again

i'm turning right and again they keep callin me

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

the streets they be callin me

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

how come all the bad ones live forever

and the good ones gotta die

death is like onions

it'll make you cry

me and the coco plat game got a love hate relationship

i wanna quit her

but i got a hell a bills and shit

so i stick it her

and milk d hell up out that bitch

she's a ripper

hell

all a my dudes did fuck dat bitch

that they kissed her

all in her mouth and coochie lips

i am gonna fix her

even though in my mind i am light weight broke

in my mind i got hoe

in my mind she is my sole mate

should i break-up or elope

in my brain she is my day meds but i don't want her no more

in my brain it a shame but i don't wanna be proud

now that an eye opener

a nail bitter

a head scratcher

a light bulb

question mark

a mind bobbler

a dice throwh

crap shoot

a coin tosser

a hair riser

a caution you for a jaw dropper

yea they got me in the streets again

i'm always a repeat again

gotta get back up on ma feet again

i'm turning right and again they keep callin me

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

the streets they be callin me

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

my mouthpiece make transactions

i keep a pistol real close neva know when shit can happen

the trifling bitch pillow talking now we get some action

soft as teddy bear y'all don't kill the player's fashion

hoods turn on each other man that's my life

i gave the bomber five

he told me to keep the hope alive

i slide off in the s looking like a few grand

hands red blood money

then flow through these hands

stamp them like brand

vegetable hands

raised with hoodlums patience thin like a grain of sand

been a man since my mom passed away on me

rocking diamond chains make the hater wanna smash on me

yea they got me in the streets again

i'm always a repeat again

gotta get back up on ma feet again

i'm turning right and again they keep callin me

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

the streets they be callin me

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey

like hey