Mistah F.A.B. - Callin' My Name lyrics

[Intro - Mistah F.A.B] This song goes out to all them hustlers out there.. Tryna leave the game man, you know Keep callin' em back [Verse 1 - Mistah F.A.B] When I wake up in the morning, you know what I see? The world is a ghetto, smokin' on D My little cousin 13, strung out on E Can't blame him, his mama on C O-K-E, 27 but she look like a old lady Gring grind, f** working at Old Navy Rather slang girl, and make the world go crazy Who am I? Man I ain't no better Just a young n***a lost tryna get this chedda Staring out the window, wishing on a shooting star Tryna get dumb money, go and buy a stupid car Pray to the Lord, tryna heal my flaws Dialing to the Heavens, hope he hear my cause Wanna leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped So I call on my n***a Jack [Hook x2] Tryna leave the game but it's callin' my name... [Verse 2 - The Jacka] This rap sh**'ll have you in a hole like 300 Kick a black n***a down the hole like 300 Twist an eighth in the back with boy and breath on it Down to my last nick, bout to cop a quarter kick All the real n***as see, I'm still out'chea They like be rappin when I'm trappin, I'm a real nightmare White T's, blue jeans, Nikes all I wear Lost a n***a to a gun shot, I been there k**ed a n***a for a small amount, life ain't fair Coke white leather seats, 40 Glock under there Catch a s**a in the traffic then I'm aiming at his head Ran back to the game, became a millionaire Hit a lick on my connect, I got so much sh** for sale I'm on my n***a Michael bout to take the streets back Rainbow fish scale, the coke feel is all I know Islam help me let it go When times get hard, it's the game that I'm running to Many n***as die from the D that I'm running through What would the prophet do? So Al-salam Got the world in my palm Somethin' bout the streets got my heart and my mind Up with the beats, f** school, I'm on a grind Got slap in the Benz, my nig lets ride around Fresh out the lab with the new sh**, n***a check out the sound