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Phillip Martell
Phillip Martell
Songwriter
HolyCity WickWild
HolyCity WickWild
Songwriter
Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Songwriter
Tiffany "Nikii Bamboo" Watson
Tiffany "Nikii Bamboo" Watson
Songwriter
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Songwriter
The Ascendo
The Ascendo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tiffany "Nikii Bamboo" Watson
Tiffany "Nikii Bamboo" Watson
Producer
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Mastering Engineer
The Ascendo
The Ascendo
Producer
Brian "BlueLiveOne" Bolton
Brian "BlueLiveOne" Bolton
Recording Engineer
Thomas Dj Slugo Kendricks
Thomas Dj Slugo Kendricks
Producer
Stephanie "Anne Marie" Reed
Stephanie "Anne Marie" Reed
Producer

Letra

I say I pray to God To find the words to describe The cries of those locked up And all of those that have died Over blocks we never owned But we tried To provide And To have a sense of pride Where only the strong can survive The blind lead the blind Wherever my kind reside You thinking we love dying Tell the reporter He lied It whole lotta love here While you report the crime Just because you don't see tears It don't mean we doing fine I seen crack take good men At the height of their prime Live to make it to get old And get disrespected by time Nobody care bout your growth Nobody care bout you trying They don't know bout them demons And how they stay on your mind And keep calling like I've been running these streets Most of my life I keep running I've been trying my best To change my life I keep trying Hhhhhh Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling me God blessed momma Cause she did her best Tried to pull her through But couldn't rest Because my bubble vest Was bullet proof Full of truth to shoot the game I'm ready for my stain Take aim at these lames And shoot some thangs Explains all the strain The game puts on the brain See niggas Acting strange The drama don made em change To gone for me to obtain my obsessions Been smoking in sessions Hoping I can catch a blessing Confess when I pray at night My way of life wasn't stressing My guys They dying trying People killing and arresting them My decks in a war We lost a few My heart was tore Tears hit the floor This year don't wanna lose no more Oh lord What's worse between this ghetto and jail Caught in the middle of hell I need a digital scale We in here praying these 8ths Turn to cakes Is this shit a mistake Is my change just a waste You hear me? I've been running these streets Most of my life I keep running I've been trying my best To change my life I keep trying Hhhhhh Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling me I drive reckless on gangs Burn a lane in flames Approach killers with metal Put some heat on his brain Nothing changed but my bank account Clothes and game Still the same Who to blame When they finger my name I'm gang affiliatant Heroin distribiant See the bitch ass judge Wouldn't run em concurrent Man they took me off the block Trade the glock for a mob Locked me down 23 and 1 Feeding me slop Turn key cops Evading my spot A fucking ID where I rub my knot I think not Buss heat on police and flee Ah I be a beast in these streets til they capture me Double savv in 3 Whether Lord of G You bout paper in this bitch You down with me LeClaire courts baby West chi raised me Holy City made me crazy Vice Lord showed me nothing could fade me Aaaaa I've been running these streets Most of my life I keep running I've been trying my best To change my life I keep trying Hhhhhh Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling Calling out to me The streets keep calling me Be strong my king Your presence is irreplaceable Your imprint in this world is needed The burden you carry is because you are godly Hope will be hard to see But there is strength in even your stride This is for your legacy You are at war for your peace Stay focused Stay authentic You are capable of creating prosperity Our royalty is not a myth You were chosen You were chosen You were chosen
Writer(s): Phillip Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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