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Streets calling

ride, ride ride,
ride ride, ride,
Put your down
turn out the
on
Ride ride, ride,
ride ride, ride

Im screaming money and from the top of my lungs
riding with police me in a car full of drugs
I got one foot on the gas, one foot in front of the
my baby mama still tripping want ounce of my blood
these haters hopin I die, my niggas I blow
my die and the shell, I said them letter and so
Come on and step in my world, my life is then yours
I watch bullets explode man brains on the wall
but streets be calling, try to beg me to listen
lost in the game and so I change my religion
tryin to stack me a and stay the fuck out of prison
on the day that Im buried, I hope my sins is
I know I me a woman, Im addicted to whores,
got the mind of a soldier ready to for the corps
ready to lie on the stand, ready to die for my
to die as man, and ever live on my knees.

Screaming fucking all the haters, fuck all these bitches
got no time for hoes, I got my mind on my riches
tryin to stack me a million, and stay to out the prison
But this streets calling, gotta beg me to listen
Screaming fuck all hater, mother fuck all this bitches
got no time for these hoes, I got my my riches
to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the prison
But this streets still calling, beg me to listen

Im fuck all these haters, mother fuck all these bitches

These haters coming around bet fuck all they bitches.
got some crack in the dishes I got some in the pot
a couple feins in the kitchen they doing dope in the
a nigga know Im hot, there's no controlin' my fate
thats why I say my prayers when I put that on my plate
And I pray, can you me Im just hoping that you listen
and I just sold me a bricks guess he granted my wishes
I done shot with precision done elluded prisons
Im tryin to run the game, its hard to do when you
now Im calling shots affiliate with the mob
now nobody hard to reach all the is a call
no for the law. these little niggas rebellin'
he eleven with the burner what the fuck should I tell em
I em go back to school, shawty pick up this weapon
then it picked up a that life he be reppin

TWIGG

Okay, now were rIding time, niggas spark for they
still they on the arms while Im trying be a king
mafioso, nigga but Ive been alive
yeah, five six but bangin a nigga six five thats right
tryin to see a milli, but you see these creeps will hate tho
wanna see you doing thangs but they wanna see you meet your maker.
hail thy father for I pray to the
Im facing you in person Ill be facing at a judge
send slugs for these niggas, no love for these niggas
got no for these hoes, only fucking this bitches yeah
money on my mind, but mines on another
Grado me grind all the time,
never hesitate instead, keep these fed,
fuck is Mark Walburg..all these niggas
we just getting money fuck other niggas said
they set up on top view, hustle hard fuck the feds Im dead