Call On

What you saying?

Baby, hey what you saying?

Let me know what you saying

What you saying?

Yeah, I know you fuck with me but still, baby

I'm bleeding out

Ain't nobody real to keep it real, baby

You're still who I call on

Yeah, I know you fuck with me but still, baby

I'm leaving now

Ain't nobody real to keep it real, baby

You're still who I call on

Southside Mez through the snow and the sleet with ya'

Jumping, I'm a whole athlete with ya

**** talkin' 'bout tryna link with ya

I been on my vegan, ain't even tryna meet with ya

Ephesians, pray that God keep me from the demons

I pray that God keep me from a Neimans

'Cause I'll blow a check like **** blow court with subpoenas

Then make it back in a evening

Do wild shit when you know that you're a genius

Don't trust shit, how you make it to your zenith

**** say it's all love, but the president of your fan club could turn out like Selena's

Lotta hoes, but it's not a lotta queens, yeah

Lotta ****, but it's not a lotta kings, yeah

Lotta designers, but it's not a lotta Hiroshi Fujiwara's doing Parking at Ginza

I was surrounded by art as a teen

I saw art in **** packing a beam

I've seen God in **** who don't ever speak Him

I've seen hate in people talkin' 'bout Jesus

Obviously, that's a case to case thing

Murder a rapper a face to face thing

**** got a lotta lines but them shits stay around

I could wipe them off like Beijing, yeah

So it's no need to diss

Rappers can't talk 'bout pain with me

I been through real as it gets

Now it's "Fuck it, it is what it is"

But I know y'all better stop playing with me

I'ma be on the list

I'm on 10 till no pulse on my wrist

When she ask me, I tell her like this

Yeah, I know you fuck with me but still, baby

I'm bleeding out

Ain't nobody real to keep it real, baby

You're still who I call on

Yeah, I know you fuck with me but still, baby

I'm leaving now

Ain't nobody real to keep it real, baby

You're still who I call on

God don't call on the qualified, y'all

He just qualified the **** he called

I been one them **** since I was small

We at St. Aug, catch us at Shaw

Watchin' **** ball, knew I would ball

Not like dribblin', I never was tall

When I ball, I ball in Louis Vuitton

We in summer, this ain't out till the fall, dawg

I-40, all the traffic

Like the Red Sea, all the brake lights

But I'll split it for ya on a late night

Call on you if the cake right

You a angel though, darling

All this money been calling

Tell God I been calling, balling

Yeah, I know you fuck with me but still, baby

I'm bleeding out

Ain't nobody real to keep it real, baby

You're still who I call on

Yeah, I know you fuck with me but still, baby

I'm leaving now

Ain't nobody real to keep it real, baby

You're still who I call on