Monica, C-Murder, Benny Wond3r - Street Keep Callin lyrics
Monica [Monica Brown/Arnold] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
[Monica, C-Murder, Benny Wond3r - Street Keep Callin lyrics]
Every time I try to leave this game
These streets keep on calling me
(streets just keep calling me)
Just keep on calling me
(just keep on calling me)
Now this ghetto got me crazy and
These streets got me trapped
Many times I tried to leave but
This game keep pulling me back
In a circle full of crime
Bout to lose my mind
Shit I wanna make a change but
I just keep wasting my time
Ain't no real future selling dope
Only few make it out
For a ghetto nigga like me got
Too many golds in my mouth
I can't get a job ain't
Nobody gonna hire a thug
And my rap sheet consists of 187 and drugs
And going in and outta jail
Everybody say I'm a fool
But even the President make mistakes
Shit I ain't perfect dude
I gotta do something ain't nobody
Gonna give me nothing gotta mouth to feed
So I'm gonna keep these fiends
Jumping on my block niggas
Shit I'm the man outchea
I'm the jury and judge
So don't fuck with me cuz
It's like the Vegas Strip
These streets is always open
As long as the money roar
I'm gonna keep this city small
Now see the hood it's all good
You ain't highly educated
So you just can't have shit
Cause you will be playa hated
My boy just bought a new Benz now
He's the man in the city
Now it was cool at first but
These niggas started actin shitty
I tried to go straight but these
Fools just wouldn't let me
A nigga see me in the mall so
A nigga tried to sweat me
It was cool for a minute yeah
I thought I was free
But I knew I couldn't leave cause
These streets keep calling me
These streets keep on calling me
(streets just keep calling me)
Just keep on calling me
(just keep on calling me)
Now this ghetto got me crazy and
These streets got me trapped
Many times I tried to leave but
This game keep pulling me back
In a circle full of crime
Bout to lose my mind
Shit I wanna make a change but
I just keep wasting my time
Ain't no real future selling dope
Only few make it out
For a ghetto nigga like me got
Too many golds in my mouth
I can't get a job ain't
Nobody gonna hire a thug
And my rap sheet consists of 187 and drugs
And going in and outta jail
Everybody say I'm a fool
But even the President make mistakes
Shit I ain't perfect dude
I gotta do something ain't nobody
Gonna give me nothing gotta mouth to feed
So I'm gonna keep these fiends
Jumping on my block niggas
Shit I'm the man outchea
I'm the jury and judge
So don't fuck with me cuz
It's like the Vegas Strip
These streets is always open
As long as the money roar
I'm gonna keep this city small
Now see the hood it's all good
You ain't highly educated
So you just can't have shit
Cause you will be playa hated
My boy just bought a new Benz now
He's the man in the city
Now it was cool at first but
These niggas started actin shitty
I tried to go straight but these
Fools just wouldn't let me
A nigga see me in the mall so
A nigga tried to sweat me
It was cool for a minute yeah
I thought I was free
But I knew I couldn't leave cause
These streets keep calling me