Woodie - Streets Are Callin' Me lyrics

My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this (like this) [Woodie] I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds Dealin' with these s**as, but they only see the bar clouds Still I keep a strap for when I come across a k**a I dreamt the day I'll have to fight that k**a 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 f**in' 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 [Chorus: x2] 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 d**h, but at the same time I'm a souljah I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over [Woodie] 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 k** our enemies and not get concepts 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, bits of love but mostly greed is all they hold You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what] That's my moto Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle Let this sh** start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto [scrap k**a] [Chorus x2] [Woodie] Just got done Creasin' up my khakis, put my nights 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' raw What the f** 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, f**in' 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 f**ed up The whole world is corrupt I'll never switch up on my homies So consider me stuck, f**ed 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 [Chorus x3]