Howe - Callin It lyrics

[Howe - Verse] I step up in a fresh pair of J's Like I'm getting paid But I'm not, what I make Is barely minimum wage Subliminal cage, Im stuck Waiting just to escape Hoping they forgot to lock The gate, and I plot a lot It's what I jot up on a page Never got a lot but wait That's all about to change I got the ball, now it's all About the game, I step up And hit a pair of J's Like I'm getting paid What you written Nate? I ain't heard you spitting late You fall off or give up? Life's a struggle, man we all Know the sh**s rough Hard to remain focused When it seems like things hopeless But Howe, you can do it You the dang dopest Hoping the person holding the strings Knows it, Puppet's bout to cut The strings open, chasing whatever The Kings holding, Singing 'til His rings golden, I got no choice In the matter, There's no voice Without chatter, people always talk And the word equal's always off And evil always walks, Among good People and we can hardly talk More typing and less face to face And let's abbreviate, less typing Making a mess right in, the palm Of your hand, Calmly demands Your attention, you're all In a trance, planned all in advance I'm calling it, Damn Yeah, I'm calling it, you know This trap that we're falling in My boy had paraphanel in an ottoman But the FBI missed it, you know When they was all up in his sh** Trying to take all of it They're like, "Look at this TV And look at this ballin' whip There's no way that cooking has Somehow paid for all of this" "So where's the crack, meth And h**n?" He's like "What the f** do you even Think that I'm carrying!?" You must be out of your mind If you think I'm selling anything Other then kind, take all my guns Just leave that one behind Thats the only one that matters To me, but they didn't care Even if he had a receipt They were grabbing the heat I'm thinking they were madder That he, didn't have any d** That really mattered you see? Just a little bit of weed Well, maybe a little bit more Then a little bit, we Used to smoke down, safe to say We smoked pounds, and if I wouldn't Then I probably would of broke down I was dealing with a lot, feelings Making me feel like it's better If I'm shot, better if I'm not Here. Letters that I jot here Just replaying my memories Just relaying my tendencies Hope you feeling my energy If you're not, well I'm sorry That I couldn't be of service This whole f**ing song Must of seemed pretty worthless huh?