Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Callin My Name, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Album song I Found My Backpack 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Faeva Afta
Song language: English
Still Callin My Name |
It keep callin they name |
When I wake up in the morning you know what I see? |
The world is the ghetto smoking on «D"my lil cuzzin thirteen strung out on «E» |
Can’t blame him his mamma on «C» |
Uh O-K-E 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind fuck working at old navy |
Rather slang girl and make the world go crazy |
Who am I? |
mayne ain’t no betta just a yung nigga lost tryna get this chedda |
Starring out the window wishing on a shooting star |
Tryna get dumb money go and buy a stupid car |
Pray to lord trying to heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope he hear my calls |
Wana leave the game but I’m stuck and I’m trapped so I call on my nigga jack |
Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name |
This rap shit will have you on a hole 300 kick a black nigga down a hole like |
Twist an 8th in the backwood boy and breathe on it down to ma list key |
Bout to copp a quarter kick all the real niggas see I’m still out there |
They like he rappin but I’m trappin I’m a real nightmare |
White tee’s blue jeans nikes all I wear lost a nigga to a gunshot I’ve been |
there |
Killed a nigga for a small amount life ain’t fair coke white leather seats |
40 glock under there catch a sucka in a traffic and I’m aiming at his head |
Ran back to the game became a millionaire hit a lick on my connect |
I got so much shit for sale I’m on my nigga nextel bout to take the streets back |
Rainbow fish scale coke feel is all I know Islam help me let It go when times |
get hard |
It’s the game that I’m running to many nigga dies from the «D"that runnin though |
What would the profit do so I maksallah got the world in my palms |
Something about the streets got my heart and my mind |
Up with beasts fuck school I’m on the grind got slapp in the benz |
My nigg let’s ride around fresh out the lab with the new shit nigga check out |
the sounds |
Man I’m riddin gettin tacked pro-meth in ma cup chain in my stomach |
Strapped near the gut paranoid can’t lie been throught it all |
Still here another year yea I made it dawg trying to get further without |
getting murdered |
Moms words brought me ain’t trying to disturb her |
I got a good girl but I really don’t deserve her cause I’m out here doing shit |
that’s unheard of |
Trying to do right but wrongs so easy lied soo much when I’m right she don’t |
believe me |
Gotta stay strapped niggaz jack for the bling |
So I ride with the jack cause he stay on his thing |
Giving me game so I could survive in this game he said he trying to leave but |
it keeps |
Callin his name looked him in the eye |
And said «bruh it do the same shits fucking with my brain I need a change» |
Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name |