[ Featuring Charlie Heat ]
Small town
Small minds
Skimp bags
Small dimes
No cossignment that's all mine
No guidance we all wild
Good parents but they don't know
We riding round with that pack on us
Not until Big Rod got caught riding round with that strap on em
We was in the mix
We was with the shits
We ain't innocent
We was hitting licks
I aint play with guns
But they was hitting shit
I did different shit
Made it disappear
Straight magician shit
Voila
Fellowshipping on the corner with it
Old head said he wanna hit it
He ain't know it had the marijuana in it
What he think we smoking cigarettes
Nigga be treating his nose
Said the weed make em to anxious
So he be f*cking wit coke
Said the coke make you too antsy need to stop f*cking with both
I served em any way
Take it and get away
I think you need to go with the feeling
You can't hide when the streets keep calling
I think you need to go with the feeling
You can't hide when the streets keep calling
You can't hide when the streets keep calling
On the road to the riches and the car keep stalling
I ain't got time to waste time bitch I'm walking
Hustle for my portion
I can't let em son me like an orphan
I can't fold like contortion
Take my loses with a smile good sportsman
Lesson in the failure that's gone lead me to my fortune
Blessing in disguise I can read between the lines
I think you need to go with the feeling
You can't hide when the streets keep calling
I think you need to go with the feeling
You can't hide when the streets keep calling
Calling my name
Keep calling
Keep calling
Cway
Keep calling
Keep calling
Keep calling
