[Intro: Mistah F.A.B]
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This song goes out to all the hustlas out there
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Trying to leave the game you know
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It keep callin they name
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[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B]
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When I wake up in the morning you know what I see?
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The world is the ghetto smoking on " D" my lil cuzzin thirteen strung out on "E"
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Can't blame him his mamma on "C"
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Uh O-K-E 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind fuck working at old navy
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Rather slang girl and make the world go crazy
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Who am I? mayne ain't no betta just a yung nigga lost tryna get this chedda
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Starring out the window wishing on a shooting star
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Tryna get dumb money go and buy a stupid car
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Pray to lord trying to heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope he hear my calls
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Wana leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped so I call on my nigga jack
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[Chorus:]
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Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name
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[Verse 2: The Jacka]
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This rap shit will have you on a hole 300 kick a black nigga down a hole like 300
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Twist an 8th in the backwood boy and breathe on it down to ma list key
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Bout to copp a quarter kick all the real niggas see I'm still out there
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They like he rappin but I'm trappin I'm a real nightmare
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White tee's blue jeans nikes all I wear lost a nigga to a gunshot I've been there
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Killed a nigga for a small amount life ain't fair coke white leather seats
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40 glock under there catch a sucka in a traffic and I'm aiming at his head
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Ran back to the game became a millionaire hit a lick on my connect
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I got so much shit for sale I'm on my nigga nextel bout to take the streets back
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Rainbow fish scale coke feel is all I know Islam help me let It go when times get hard
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It's the game that I'm running to many nigga dies from the "D" that runnin though
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What would the profit do so I maksallah got the world in my palms
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Something about the streets got my heart and my mind
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Up with beasts fuck school I'm on the grind got slapp in the benz
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My nigg let's ride around fresh out the lab with the new shit nigga check out the sounds
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[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B]
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Man I'm riddin gettin tacked pro-meth in ma cup chain in my stomach
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Strapped near the gut paranoid can't lie been throught it all
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Still here another year yea I made it dawg trying to get further without getting murdered
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Moms words brought me ain't trying to disturb her
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I got a good girl but I really don't deserve her cause I'm out here doing shit that's unheard of
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Trying to do right but wrongs so easy lied soo much when I'm right she don't believe me
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Gotta stay strapped niggaz jack for the bling
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So I ride with the jack cause he stay on his thing
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Giving me game so I could survive in this game he said he trying to leave but it keeps
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Callin his name looked him in the eye
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And said "bruh it do the same shits fucking with my brain I need a change"
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[Chorus: x2]
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Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name
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Callin' My Name
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| The Jacka |
