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My Calling

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Hip-Hop

My Calling was released on March 16, 2018 by PRhyme 2 as a part of the album PRhyme 2

Song Details

Release DateMarch 16, 2018

LabelPRhyme 2

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

PRhyme

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

C.E. Martin

Composer

Anthony Markeith Reid

Anthony Markeith Reid

Composer

R. Montgomery

Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ready?

Yeah

[Verse 2]

I was told by God to bar rap

I though He meant go to bars, buy bottles and all that

As far back as I care to remember, I've been very stupendous

Birds flockin', coppin' furs, watches, canary's and pendants

I re-invented after I quit and then buried the image

Uncle Joe told me, take care of your business

Hoes know me, I'm the only **** famous in the D you still'll see

On the block ballin', answering my callin'

[Verse 3]

So you know my bitch is wide bodied, my whip is wide bodied

Religion, God body, uh, I'll walk up in here like

This is my party, gettin' these ho's numbers like this is my calling

Uh, my calling

Uh, either they criticizin' the music, comparin' numbers

Or makin' America great again, wearin' rompers

I ran bundles for that crown, I can't mumble

Or stamp, stumble, I sat down, I stand humble

[Verse 4]

PRhyme, take, take the boxing gloves off

Hand 'em to the gods

We-we-we, we do it for the music

'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down right flat

PRhyme, take, take, take the boxing gloves off

Hand 'em to the gods

We-we, we do it for the music

'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down right flat

[Verse 5]

I'm what you call a boss

I'll buy the booth, then do the toast

I don't floss though, I inspire the youth to do the most

Lemon pepper wings from Hooters flow

The coolest, though

I'll swing on you quick if you misconstrue us, 'cause you the ho

I come from the school of hard knocks

Only the two in robes

Sippin' from a chalice that's Michigan college blue and gold

Feel like I belong here, though I'm labeled as garbage

A born player was maybe my callin'

[Verse 6]

Maybe I was made for trickin' dollars and misbehavin' these starlets

Breakin' a miss's heart, with her sister or maid of honor

She's conflicted 'cause she watches me go out in the streets

And lose the very same respect she witnessed me make 'em honor

And I got all this stuff, but I'm stuck bein' an alcoholic, bruh

Therefore I'm all mixed up like Aunt Jemima

My pants cost a thousand, they made by designers

With names I done forgot 'cause I cannot pronounce them

[Verse 7]

And all my bitches wide bodied, my whip is wide bodied

Religion, God body, uh, I'll walk up in here like

This is my party, callin' my side chick up like, this is my calling

Uh, my calling, uh

Written by: Anthony Markeith Reid, C.E. Martin, R. Montgomery

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