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Streets calling

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

Im money and nothing from the top of my lungs
riding with police behind me in a car full of
I got one foot on the gas, one in front of the judge
my baby mama still want every ounce of my blood
these haters hopin I die, my hoping I blow
my homies die and the shell, I them letter and so
Come on and step in my world, my life is realer yours
I watch explode that man brains on the wall
but this be calling, try to beg me to listen
lost faith in the and so I change my religion
tryin to stack me a million and stay the out of prison
on the day that Im buried, I hope my is forgiven
I I need me a woman, Im addicted to whores,
got the of a soldier ready to ride for the corps
to lie on the stand, ready to die for my seeds
ready to die as man, and live on my knees.

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

Im screaming all these haters, mother fuck all these bitches

These haters coming around bet Tweezie fuck all bitches.
got some crack in the dishes I got coke in the pot
a couple feins in the kitchen they doing in the spot
a nigga know Im hot, there's no controlin' my fate
thats why I say my prayers when I put work on my plate
And I pray, can you hear me Im hoping that you listen
and I just me a couple bricks guess he granted my wishes
I done shot with precision elluded them prisons
Im to run the game, its hard to do when you sitting
now Im calling some shots with the mob
now hard to reach all the takes is a call
no disregard for the law. little niggas rebellin'
he eleven with the burner like the fuck should I tell em
I told em go back to school, shawty pick up weapon
then it picked up a that life he be reppin

TWIGG

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