These streets are callin' me lyrics

Artist  : Woodie 
Song : These streets are callin' me
 
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 suckas, but they only see the
bar clouds
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

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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

[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 kill 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 shit start to get you thick, break out
the fully-auto [scrap killa]

[Chorus] - 2X

[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 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

[Chorus] - 3X