Sha Stimuli - My Calling lyrics

I know you ask yourself a thousand times Should you just keep dreaming are you out your mind? Its like if I get in the booth and doubt my rhymes It's like you giving up on your mission without you trying Sometimes you gotta leave your house to grind Make different circles that connect just like that Audi sign They ask me when will I run out of lines That's like questioning your father Don't get out of line But I know what you mean You peep your competition and some of em in they teens Got you in the fitting room wiggling in your jeans ‘Cause you trying to fit in That's just too extreme Had a homegirl that was a singer now she teaching Got another friend that was a stripper now she preaching My dude was a rapper but his lyrics had him reaching doing videos w hoes fake j**els flashing heat and When I saw it and he asked my opinion, we was speaking I said You got some sh** but I really was meaning feces He started second guessing what was coming out his mouth Month later son called me up like what's this all about? They writing comments on his sh** it made him want to switch his route He said he bout to get a Luger beat and say he's from the south And I pretended that my signal dropped Yesterday his single dropped Wish they had a red light on youtube that signaled stop. But people keep going And who am I to tell em that they not the illest flowing I was over at the Wendy's bout to cop a number ten Cashier looked at me with a spooky, silly grin Said he seen me on the blogs, yo what's up your name is Stim right? Sha that's You, yo I told you that was him I was hype for a second but I kind of held it in Son gave me a pound, then called over his friend Like yo my man's nice we get busy we go in We just working so we stack up this bread, we bout to win I was thinking yea right But looking like I'm real involved but mostly hoping that they speed up my order 'cause I was starving Then they handed me a CD with the name written in marker And an insert wit misspelled words I said you charging They said, free for me and the meal is on the house And they gave me extra barbecue sauce I walked out Feeling weird, sort of happy that they seen I wasn't balling Now they know I'm down to earth and since I'm there I'm never falling But my thought were steady drifting Cause those kids believe their mission is to spit And feel like rapping is their one and only calling