paroles de chanson Callin' My Name - The Jacka , Mistah F.A.B.

This that new shit nigga
Follow my lead bitch

I prolly smoked alot of hop in my weed befo
And it made a nigga crazy but I'm loungin tho
Niggas hope that they gun stay from round me yo
Call up cause be like "blood need a pound of that dro"
Times is gettin hectic man I'll pay you back later
Fightin a case cause ya boy done went to school with a kata
I felt nothin man it's really nuthin
It's been so long since Jacka felt somethin
I keep comin with lines that keep numbin ya face like coke lines
She keep hummin the background, what that sound like?
Shit, I shoulda stayed in school or somethin
Now I'm fresh out the county huntin down my runners
You feel me?

I, hit the block high
Make the song cry
Got the eyes of a snake
Never blink never cry
I, only move weight so I can live one time, I'm a real nigga you can hear it in my rhymes

Today I opend the paper
Seen about 5 of my niggas, 2 got hit with a kata
2 got hit with a nine 1 in critical condition
Plus they found my niggas mama on the shore with that fish
That's why I smoke alot bo in blunt & I
Pull the ski mask down hoppin out the suicides
I'm on a suicide, don't really care if I die
Cause so many of my niggas done died, & it's like a jungle
Sometimes I wonder how I keep from goin under
Plus these mothafuckas keep, stealing my bundle
But I'm a nutso, from west o you must know
Catch me in a Marauder with ya baby mama
I'm a baby gorilla got banana clips for the drama
Knock a nigga off than feed him to the piranhas
Gotta be around for when my son come out my baby mama

Man my life ain't no walk in the park
I spent many nights alone, in the cold, lost in the dark
Me & my sister, nothin but death can break us apart
Inside I'm superman ain't nothin breakin this heart
Yeah mama ain't raised no punk, taught me the basics
Never graze shit, whenever it's funk
Taught me to reign shit, take shit, whenever I want
And if a nigga like "whassup? ", then leave him with lumps
That's exactly what I do, follow my mamas rules
Of e, not d, cause that's what my mama use
I'm thuggin dude, I drug abuse, look at me
I'm from the gutter why the fuck should I be happy?
My hair nappy, plus I grew up broke, And I'm still livin broke, what I grow up for?
I wish they never had me shoulda let me go
If you feelin how I'm feelin yo let me know
Might twist up some rope & just let me blow
Rob make the beat hot & just let me flow
The dope I chase the hood boys know my face
I'm runnin stuck in place, man there's no escape