"Missed Calls" lyrics
Hundred missed calls on the E-way please do not disturb
I'm into business leaving blood and bullets on the curb
Collect crack from Cracka Jatt
-Yo brother whats the word?
Oh you keep dissin on the death, boy you got some nerves
Your favorite rapper he a rat y'all hoping that he made it
Why he ain't dissed the police station when he wrote that statement
Bullets ripping through my car they tryna kill a star
Who can save me the Devil, YahWeh or Allah
I know mechy, I can turn a rapper into some za
Tryna clip, got Glock today I'ma go fully chop
I'm so lazy in my bed bitch come get away me
Scared bitch I bought his drop and he left the city
It was me Rico and Phily ridin with them switches
Run up tinted roll the window tryna stand on business
God bless the lonely child that's fighting demons daily
He still tryna talk to you even tho he goin crazy
Who ever taugh that Charles Jones he gon ever make it
Everytime they call my phone it was for a favor
I got money on my head, money in my pocket
What I'm thinking bout?
Stolen cars and bodies
Percocets and molly
This ain't even robbery
When it come down to the come down them niggas know how we roll out
Tryna focus on my future but the devil creepin
But my mind and my soul why they steady beefin?
Had the streets took my heart but I can hear it beating
Last night I talked to Bibby he had came to see me
Waked up cryin in my sleep found out I was dreaming
Grab the car grab the car time to go get even
Only trials for a week he ain't even see me
Pray to god before I drill finna face my demons
Gloves tight hoodie on this the better me
Kill a opp I swear to god this my therapy
Gun sound is my melody
I had my auntie cryin before you Melly me
Long toes with a reaper please smirk my people
In the jungle like we Quando cooling with my crips
He said he ain't scared of death till he finally meet him
In the hospital I'm hooked up, with s fizzy needle
God if you hear my prayers please walk with me
God we dying down there please talk to me
I get one more bad phone call is 1st degree
I got Mitch on my mind that shit hurting me
I'm into business leaving blood and bullets on the curb
Collect crack from Cracka Jatt
-Yo brother whats the word?
Oh you keep dissin on the death, boy you got some nerves
Your favorite rapper he a rat y'all hoping that he made it
Why he ain't dissed the police station when he wrote that statement
Bullets ripping through my car they tryna kill a star
Who can save me the Devil, YahWeh or Allah
I know mechy, I can turn a rapper into some za
Tryna clip, got Glock today I'ma go fully chop
I'm so lazy in my bed bitch come get away me
Scared bitch I bought his drop and he left the city
It was me Rico and Phily ridin with them switches
Run up tinted roll the window tryna stand on business
God bless the lonely child that's fighting demons daily
He still tryna talk to you even tho he goin crazy
Who ever taugh that Charles Jones he gon ever make it
Everytime they call my phone it was for a favor
I got money on my head, money in my pocket
What I'm thinking bout?
Stolen cars and bodies
Percocets and molly
This ain't even robbery
When it come down to the come down them niggas know how we roll out
Tryna focus on my future but the devil creepin
But my mind and my soul why they steady beefin?
Had the streets took my heart but I can hear it beating
Last night I talked to Bibby he had came to see me
Waked up cryin in my sleep found out I was dreaming
Grab the car grab the car time to go get even
Only trials for a week he ain't even see me
Pray to god before I drill finna face my demons
Gloves tight hoodie on this the better me
Kill a opp I swear to god this my therapy
Gun sound is my melody
I had my auntie cryin before you Melly me
Long toes with a reaper please smirk my people
In the jungle like we Quando cooling with my crips
He said he ain't scared of death till he finally meet him
In the hospital I'm hooked up, with s fizzy needle
God if you hear my prayers please walk with me
God we dying down there please talk to me
I get one more bad phone call is 1st degree
I got Mitch on my mind that shit hurting me
