Perks Callin

This the life of a young baller Growing up, ain't have no damn father The streets made me who I am mama (made me who I am) Eddie B, he still be on my conscience This the life of a young baller Growing up, ain't have no damn father The streets made me who I am mama (made me who I am) Eddie B, he still be on my conscience I been druggin', druggin', druggin' real heavy lately The other day I almost dozed off in the elevator She asked me why my eyes closed I say "I'm meditatin'" All my nigga drink that lean need that medication I'm just ridin' round the city with no destination I can go anywhere I want without no hesitation Ain't enough weed in ya blunt you smokin' hella paper And fuck a weed man boy I gotta weed lady I call her phone and say three words, "what up juicy baby?" She say I'm here And then I pull up get two half a babies I'm really talkin what I live ain't no fabrication Most of them rappers who got deals use their imaginations They ain't really in the field, they just actin' crazy Me, I'm still in the trenches after I got the paper Since I got paper, I been drippin' I got lots of flavor I watch a lot of niggas slip up and run out of paper Buyin' watches and shit, when you just got the paper Try keep up with the shiners you goin' run out of paper We be rockin' Italian shit on a daily basis (italian) When you be this clean look at the look on bitches faces Hold up, this a nigga bitch callin' My diamonds dancing bitch they crip walkin' Excuse my language, I'm just shit talkin' If you ain't hang with me you can't get shit from me Been thinkin' 'bout my bitch lately Sorry, forgot you ain't my bitch baby I don't want no relationship But, I still want ya friendship Lately, I been on some other shit Tell her come stay the night and I don't even fuck the bitch I got too fucked up, passed out in front the bitch You got me fucked up, you ever think I'm goin' quit We sippin' out that double cup this that qualities R.I.P to Eddie b, wish I could bring you back Swear I smoke a thousand black and milds bring you back My nigga used to smoke them bitches like they cigarettes My trap buddy, every morning first ones on the trap We used to fuss about who get to hit the first pack Do any thing to bring ya nappy head ass back (Nigga) And I can hear them drugs callin' (I can hear them drugs callin') And I can hear the hood callin' (I can hear the hood callin') And I can hear my block callin' Only got one shottas callin' (they callin' me) You know it's on me nigga (you know it's on me) Everything is on me nigga (everything is for the team nigga) Do this shit for the team nigga (Y-B-S shit) I'm just tryna live the dream nigga (just tryna live the dream nigga)