Streets Are Callin' Me Lyrics

My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this (like this)

[Woodie]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas, but they only seem to bark loud.
Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa.
I dread the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirror.
I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I live
Just another day to see what tomorrow's got to give.
I'm addicted to the liquor
In a daze I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce
And wonder, "How did my life get here?"
My only goals are stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk,
Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunk.
My mother asks me everyday, "Are you still bangin?"
I lie and tell her, "No", but her heart knows I ain't changed none
I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes
And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright
I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me
But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' me

[Chorus: x2]
My mother prays that I quit the life I lead
Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me
And I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a soldier
I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over

[Woodie]
I'm a yoc influenced soldier taking chances
Along with all my homeboys I'm in drug induced trances
Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies
To kill our enemies and not get caught.
My homie got shot in the spine, he's been paralyzed
I see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyes
I feel my anger rise as I think about his character
He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya
These streets are really fair, and that's a hard lesson learned
But you realize quick enough after a few times getting burned
The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they hold
You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]
That's my moto
Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle
Let this shit start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto [scrap killa]

[Chorus x2]

[Woodie]
Just got done
Creasin' up my khakis, put my nights on
I hear my homeboys outside honkin' the horn
I guess tonight's on
Grabbed the tray snubby,
Give my moms a kiss goodbye
As I hop into the ride
She prays that I come home alive
I can't justify my life because I know I'm livin' wrong.
What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on
Tryin' to get along, with my rivals
Foo, you must be jokin'
What you smokin?
Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for folks approachin'
I'm tryin' to get ahead
Spitin' high-lead at these rivals
wrapped up in this life a vega got me homicidal.
Better check my vital signs
Since I'm livin half dead
Violent thoughts
Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head
Break a sweat up in my bed
due to nightmares got my body tense
But still I'm prepared to die for this so called nonsense
Cuz everything is fucked up
The whole world is corrupt
I'll never switch up on my homies
So consider me stuck, fuck.
I ain't trippin' though
Yeah my money's sittin' low
But still I got enough to get a 4-0 at the liquor store
And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals
All my only necessities for survival.

[Chorus x3]