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jacka – callin’ my name lyrics

[intro: mistah f.a.b]
this song goes out to all the hustlas out there

trying to leave the game you know

it keep callin they name

[verse 1: mistah f.a.b]
when i wake up in the morning you know what i see?
the world is the ghetto smoking on ” d” my lil cuzzin thirteen strung out on “e”
can’t blame him his mamma on “c”
uh o-k-e 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind f-ck working at old navy
rather slang girl and make the world go crazy
who am i? mayne ain’t no betta just a yung n-gg- lost tryna get this chedda
starring out the window wishing on a shooting star
tryna get dumb money go and buy a stupid car
pray to lord trying to heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope he hear my calls
wana leave the game but i’m stuck and i’m trapped so i call on my n-gg- jack

[chorus:]
trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name

[verse 2: the jacka]
this rap sh-t will have you on a hole 300 kick a black n-gg- down a hole like 300
twist an 8th in the backwood boy and breathe on it down to ma list key
bout to copp a quarter kick all the real n-gg-s see i’m still out there
they like he rappin but i’m trappin i’m a real nightmare
white tee’s blue jeans nikes all i wear lost a n-gg- to a gunshot i’ve been there
killed a n-gg- for a small amount life ain’t fair c-ke white leather seats
40 glock under there catch a sucka in a traffic and 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-t for sale i’m on my n-gg- nextel bout to take the streets back
rainbow fish scale c-ke 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-gg- dies from the “d” that runnin though
what would the profit do so i maksallah got the world in my palms
something about the streets got my heart and my mind
up with beasts f-ck school i’m on the grind got slapp in the benz
my nigg let’s ride around fresh out the lab with the new sh-t n-gg- check out the sounds

[verse 3: mistah f.a.b]
man i’m riddin gettin tacked pro-meth in ma cup chain in my stomach
strapped near the gut paranoid can’t lie been throught it all
still here another year yea i made it dawg trying to get further without getting murdered
moms words brought me ain’t trying to disturb her
i got a good girl but i really don’t deserve her cause i’m out here doing sh-t that’s unheard of
trying to do right but wrongs so easy lied soo much when i’m right she don’t believe me
gotta stay strapped n-gg-z jack for the bling
so i ride with the jack cause he stay on his thing
giving me game so i could survive in this game he said he trying to leave but it keeps
callin his name looked him in the eye
and said “bruh it do the same sh-ts f-cking with my brain i need a change”

[chorus: x2]
trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name

- jacka lyrics

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