K-Rino - Street Are Callin' lyrics

Streets are calling and everyday I
Try to ignore ‘em
I’ve been known to explore ‘em
Deep from Homestead to
Going to war is nothing foreign in my forum
From a place where crackheads
Blood stains and graffiti is the decorum
Hustle or die, slip up, we cut your supply
Customers buy, keep it business
Once you trust ‘em, they lie
Need to accept that evil ways
Be unable to save me
Why do I choose lust and
Debauchery over righteousness daily
Can’t be passive ‘cause potential
Cash amounts to masses
Nonaggressive bastards get swallowed up or
Laid in the grass with
Lacerations to the throat
Repeated shots to the dome
If the streets call me again
Tell ‘em K-Rino ain’t home
What’chu wanna be when you
Grown? Kids ain’t trippin’
The hood’s a college where they
Majoring in hustling or stripping
Spend a day where I live
You’ll be a believer
Money can’t buy happiness but
Being broke can’t either

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

The streets are calling
The streets are calling
Yeah the streets are calling me
And it’s calling out for realness
To kill all the fakeness
To kill all the pain that we done went
Through with the violence and the hurricanes
I try hard to sustain my mental mind-frame
Praying to the Lord everyday to keep me sane
‘cause society seems to be headed for ruin
With all the shootings and the drama
But, I’ma keep doing what’s right
‘cause life is getting cold, my brothers
And when you loose hope, you’re lost with
So when times get bad
You better start flexing your muscle
Get your priorities straight and stop falling
For the hustle of the
Bling-bling, bling-bling
First you gotta have the means to work
Hard to get the ching ching
The streets are calling
The streets are calling
The law is calling me too, stop stalling

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

There’s money in the streets, man
I gotta go get it
Forget a 9-to-5, playboy, I ain’t trippin’
Going dollar for dollar
Baby call up the troops
To my real block hustler, here’s a OG salute
I know ya been waiting so
Let them real rappers in some of y’all fake
Watch daddy check your chin
Catch me on the, playa, what’chu wanna do?
I’m a solid 220, trick, I’m very hard to move
I ain’t hating on ya boy
But some of y’all soft
Claiming that ya street but never
Came out the house i’m a knockout solider
Can I get it off my chest?
I hate to be cocky, but I got next
This is my block, baby, I stacks daily
If you think that I’m crazy, f you, pay me
I’m hungry again, the streets better look out
Welcome to the kitchen, don’t get burned
That’s a cookout

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

The streets are calling me

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling

You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling