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PRhyme

My Calling

 

My Calling

(альбом: PRhyme 2 - 2018)


Ready?
Yeah

I was told by god to bar rap
I thought he meant go to bars, buy bottles and all that
As far back as I care to remember I been very stupendous
Birds flocking, copping furs, watching canaries pigeons
I reinvented after I quit and buried the image
Uncle Joe told me "take care of your business"
Hoes know me, I'm the only nigga famous in the D, you still the C
On the block balling, ask her am I calling

So you know my bitches wide bodied
My whip is wide bodied
Religion, god got it
I walk up in here like:
This is my party
Getting these hoes' numbers like
This is my calling
My calling

Easy to be criticizing the music, comparing number
Or making America great again, wearing rompers
I ran bundles for that clown, I can't mumble
Or stand stumble, I sat down, I stand humble

PHryme
Take the boxing gloves off
Hand 'em for the god
We do it for the music
'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat
PHryme
Take the boxing gloves off
Hand 'em to the God
We do it for the music
'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat

I'm what you call a boss
I buy the booth then do the toast
I don't flock though, I inspire the youth, do the most
Lemon pepper wings from Hooters flow
The coolest though
I swing on you quick if you missed you the hoe
I come from the school of hard knocks, only the students rose
Sipping from a calist that's Michigan College, blue and gold
Feel like I belong here, though I'm labeled as garbage
A ballplayer was maybe my calling
Maybe I was made for tricking dollars and misbehaving in Starlit's
Breaking a misses heart with her sister and maid of honor
She's conflicted 'cause she watches me go out in the streets, and lose the very same respect
She witnessed me making honor
And I got all this stuff, but I'm stuck being alcoholic bruh
All mixed up, like Aunt Jemima
My pants cost a thousand
They made by designers with names I done forgot 'cause I can not pronounce them

And all my bitches wide bodied
My whip is wide bodied
Religion, god got it
I walk up in here like:
This is my party
Calling my sidechick up like
This is my calling
My calling

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