Woodie - These Streets Are Callin' Me lyrics

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 ole goes in 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 none
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 souljah
I gotta put in work
Let rivals know they can't get over

I'm a yoc influenced souljah taking chances
I'm levelin' with 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
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 really fair
And that's a hard lesson learned
But, you realize quick enough after
Up three time getting burned
The streets are cold
Bit's of love but mostly greed
Is all they hold

That's my moto
Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle

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
Tryin' to get along, with my rivals
Foo, you must be jokin' what you smokin?
Hollow tips and pistols clips is what
I got for fools approachin'
I'm tryin' to get ahead
Spitin' high lead at these rivals ramped up
In this life of vega got me homicidal
Better check my vital signs
Since I'm livin half dead by the thoughts
Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head
Break a sweat up in my bed
Dude, the 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, fucked
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