Yung Lazy - Calling My Name

I hear them calling and calling my name is the fame up on the way
Is it the angels of death taking me like to my grave
Whatever way I pray my family is gone be straight
I'm waking up every day, and try to break out these gates
I got some plates up on my plate and bust it down in plays (Yeah)
Stack my chips up like it's lays, don't leave no crumbs like where you lay
I'm trapping thru the night, and tryna get it till the sun raise
Monday thru Sunday momma I'm a man that's money made

I'm a man that's made some money plays, like bitch I get it in
Fuck the minimum wage, making money off these peoples sins
God keep tryna test me, but I'm failing everyone of them
Tryna fight these demons, as I take another puff again
I can't win, take this smoke and let it settle in
Play my hand, pray and hope I repent like innocents
Center stage and Benjamin's with all these hoes that be a dime, they worth 10 cents
Don't waste my time, if it ain't dollar signs then it's irrelevant
And tell me how you think it feels to be trapped up in ya head
With a voice that's saying live, and another saying dead
Which one should I fucking pick, dosent matter what I said
They gone call, they gone call, they gone call til the end

I hear them calling and calling my name is the fame up on the way
Is it the angels of death taking me like to my grave
Whatever way I pray my family is gone be straight
I'm waking up every day, and try to break out these gates
I got some plates up on my plate and bust it down in plays (Yeah)
Stack my chips up like it's lays, don't leave no crumbs like where you lay
I'm trapping thru the night, and tryna get it till the sun raise
Monday thru Sunday momma I'm a man that's money made

I'm sorry momma Monday thru Sunday I money make
But this money won't make me, there's no way I'd ever break
I done seen some people come and go but there's a few who stayed
So shoutout to the ones who always knew that I would be a great
If satan call I pick it up, I guess I got a choice to make
But I won't sell my soul for no bottom dollar or top pay
Manifesting in them blessings, tryna get it better ways
Sin again and then regret it, testament say I can still be saved

I hear them calling and calling my name is the fame up on the way
Is it the angels of death taking me like to my grave
Whatever way I pray my family is gone be straight
I'm waking up every day, and try to break out these gates
I got some plates up on my plate and bust it down in plays (Yeah)
Stack my chips up like it's lays, don't leave no crumbs like where you lay
I'm trapping thru the night, and tryna get it till the sun raise
Monday thru Sunday momma I'm a man that's money made

Written by:
BIG L

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