Call On

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 Niggas talking 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 Pray that God keep me from a Neimans I'd blow a check like niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas packing a beam I've seen God in niggas who don't ever speak Him I've seen hate in people talking bout Jesus Obviously that's a case to case thing Murder a rapper a face to face thing Niggas got a lotta lines but none of 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 know y'all better stop playing with me Imma be on the list Im on 10 til 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 niggas he calls I been one them niggas since I was small We at Saint Aug catch us at Shaw Watching niggas ball knew I would ball Not like dribbling I never was tall When I ball I ball in Louis Vuitton We in summer this ain't out til the fall 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 Fraulein 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