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Streets calling

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

Im screaming money and nothing the top of my lungs
with police behind me in a car full of drugs
I got one foot on the gas, one foot in of the judge
my baby mama still tripping every ounce of my blood
these hopin I die, my niggas 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 then
I watch bullets explode that man on the wall
but streets be calling, try to beg me to listen
lost faith in the 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 ride for the
ready to lie on the stand, to die for my seeds
ready to die as man, and live on my knees.

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

Im screaming fuck all haters, mother fuck all these bitches

These haters coming around bet fuck all they bitches.
got some crack in the I got some coke in the pot
a couple in the kitchen they doing dope 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 just that you listen
and I just sold me a couple bricks guess he granted my
I done shot with precision done them prisons
Im tryin to run the game, its hard to do when you
now Im calling some shots affiliate the mob
now nobody hard to reach all the takes is a
no disregard for the law. these niggas rebellin'
he eleven with the burner like what the fuck should I em
I told em go back to school, shawty up this weapon
then it up a pack that life he be reppin

TWIGG

Okay, now were rIding time, niggas for they team
still focused on the arms while Im trying be a king
mafioso, young but Ive been alive
yeah, six but bangin like 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 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 time for these hoes, only fucking this yeah
money on my mind, but mines on another
told me grind all the time,
never hesitate instead, keep niggas fed,
is Mark Walburg..all these niggas dead
we just getting money fuck what niggas said
they set up on top view, hard fuck the feds till Im dead