J Shiest - Calling My Name

I'on really like to speak when i be out in public cause i'm really hurt inside
You can ask about me in the streets, littest in my section they gone say i'm certified
I been tryna run me up me some money, but my mom will never let me work a nine to five
I done seen a lot of bullshit, it was fucked up, kinda left me traumatized
Shawty ass just ghosted me again but i cant even say that i'm surprised
I be hiding under all these stacked jeans, tennis chains, yeah that be my disguise
Every thing i do about the money, I ain't tryna hear it nigga whats the comma size?
And my patna lost his fucking mind all he wanna do is talk about homicide
And i'm tryna put my guys on
I cant wait till i'm on
Now i'm the one they call on to handle all this shit
Yea life really fucking change but i never thought'd be this quick
Told them niggas get out my lane i'an finna crash out bout shit
She be thinking she running game, but i'm really refereeing this shit
So much going on in my brain but it wont get the best of me i'm lit
This ain't finna be no sad song just talking bout real shit
J Mitch pray for me in this mix
Heard they tryna get a nigga split (Yeah)
Niggas know i been tryna run my fucking sack up
Gotta keep my hand up off a pistol
Im tryna clean my act up
I ain't got no walkie-talkie
Nigga i cannot call for back up
Money keep me going so if i fall i gotta get right back up
Lenox mall i fucked a stack up
God calling my name
Tryna show me the way
Who would've thought Jerald would of fucked around started rapping, made him a name, yeah
True to this game, but i'm not new to this game
I done finally made some noise and got some buzz i cant complain
God calling my name
Tryna show me the way
Who would've thought Jerald would of fucked around started rapping, made him a name, yeah
True to this game, but i'm not new to this game
I done finally made some noise and got some buzz i cant complain
Yeah
This shit here a ghetto gospel
Nobody was tryna look or talk to me till the name "j shiest" had popped up
Know they dread a nigga like two strand twists so i had fucking loc'd up
Told 'em free the spider nigga thats my cousin I hate that you still locked up
Nigga play wit me you'll wet they block up
Came up out my momma womb she had knew that i was one them ones
Niggas cant even take cant even take an ass-whooping they carrying guns
Anything can happen to you, bullets don't care where you from
Stand on all ten just like a man know i'm getting it done
Know i'm one of the realest left
Yeah this shit a process but i cant lie I kinda skipped some steps
I know how losing someone close to you had really felt
Twin so close to crashing out I don't like the hand he was dealt
I gotta get him help
God calling my name
Tryna show me the way
Who would've thought Jerald would of fucked around started rapping, made him a name, yeah
True to this game, but i'm not new to this game
I done finally made some noise and got some buzz i cant complain
God calling my name
Tryna show me the way
Who would've thought Jerald would of fucked around started rapping, made him a name, yeah
True to this game, but i'm not new to this game
I done finally made some noise and got some buzz i cant complain
Yeah

Written by:
Chris Made, Jerald Parks

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