The Streets Are Callin' Me

My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
 Dealin' with these suckas, but they only seem to bark loud
 Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa
 I dreamt the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirror
 I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I live
 Just another day to see what tomorrow's got to give
 I'm addicted to the liquor
 And at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce
 And wonder, 'How did my life get here?'
 My only goals are stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk
 Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunk
 My mother asks me everyday, 'Are you still bangin?'
 I lie and tell her, 'No', but her heart knows I ain't changed
 I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes
 And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright
 I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me
 But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' me
 My mother prays that I quit the life I lead
 Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me
 And I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a solider
 I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over
 I'm a yoc influenced solider taking chances
 I bump wit all my homeboys up in drug induced trances
 Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies
 To kill our enemies and not get caught
 Since my homie got shot in the spine, he's been paralyzed
 I see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyes
 I feel my anger rise as I think about his character
 He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya
 These streets are rarely fair, and that's a hard lesson learned
 But you realize quick enough after up a few times getting burned
 The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they
 hold
 You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, That's my moto
 Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle
 Let this shit start to get you to think break out the fully-auto
 - 2X
 Just got done
 Creasin' up my khakis, put my nikes on
 I hear my homeboys outside honkin' the horn
 I guess tonight's on
 Grabbed the tray snubby
 Give my moms a kiss goodbye
 As I hop into the ride
 She prays that I come home alive
 I can't justify my life because I know I'm livin' wrong
 What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on
 Try to get along with my rivals
 Foo, you must be jokin'
 What you smokin?
 Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for punks approachin'
 I'm tryin' to get ahead
 Spitin' high-lead at these rivals wrapped up
 In this life of bangin' got me homicidal
 Better check my vital signs
 Since I'm livin half dead violent thoughts
 Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head
 Wake up sweatin in my bed
 Due to nightmares got my body tense
 But still I'm prepared to die for this so called nonsense
 Cuz everything is fucked up
 The whole world is corrupt
 I'll never switch up on my homies
 So consider me stuck, fuck
 I ain't trippin' though
 Yeah my money's sittin' low
 But still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor store
 And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals
 All my only necessities for survival
 - 3X