Keep Callin
IZaya559
GENRE
Before I speak on it I gotta validate it
The game keeps calling my name
I tried to do better and I even tried to pray
The game keeps calling my name
I got this shit up in my blood I can’t change the game keeps calling my name
If you go broke they say you the one turn fake
The game keeps calling my name
Am I the last real nigga
Cause I don’t see none in sight
These pussies quick to grab a gun
Why you so scared of a fight
That’s the type a nigga that’s gonna really make me go back
To the way I used to be reckless gaf if I crash
All I ever really wanted was the diamonds and gold
Enough to support my family
I’m looking out for my own
See I be really bout a bag just like a dog bout a bone
Until I get to riches ima keep on slanging this stone
I had a dream my cousin coming home but he not
A tragedy just how quick you make it drop from the top
Always searching for cops I got this rock in my sock
I miss my brotha Zay they left him shot in the parking lot
Everytime I see your mom she cry we share the same name
I remember we was kids before guns and the hate
Reminiscing on them days cause now I’m too late
But ima meet you at the Gates If god have mercy on a G
Should’ve shown a better way
I wish that I could switch yo place
So that yo family see yo face
I miss you dearly constantly
Your friends were fake that’s honestly
If you was here you’d agree
If you ain’t got no one you got me
The game keeps calling my name
I tried to do better and I even tried to pray
The game keeps calling my name
I got this shit up in my blood I can’t change the game keeps calling my name
If you go broke they say you the one turn fake
The game keeps calling my name
Am I the last real nigga
Cause I don’t see none in sight
These pussies quick to grab a gun
Why you so scared of a fight
That’s the type a nigga that’s gonna really make me go back
To the way I used to be reckless gaf if I crash
All I ever really wanted was the diamonds and gold
Enough to support my family
I’m looking out for my own
See I be really bout a bag just like a dog bout a bone
Until I get to riches ima keep on slanging this stone
I had a dream my cousin coming home but he not
A tragedy just how quick you make it drop from the top
Always searching for cops I got this rock in my sock
I miss my brotha Zay they left him shot in the parking lot
Everytime I see your mom she cry we share the same name
I remember we was kids before guns and the hate
Reminiscing on them days cause now I’m too late
But ima meet you at the Gates If god have mercy on a G
Should’ve shown a better way
I wish that I could switch yo place
So that yo family see yo face
I miss you dearly constantly
Your friends were fake that’s honestly
If you was here you’d agree
If you ain’t got no one you got me
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