Callin

[Intro: Duvy]
(Ayo, Ashton C)
Whole lot of fuck shit going on
Stayin' away, chasin' a bag, for real
(Beezee)
(LG)
Oh-ah, okay, okay

[Chorus: Duvy]
We made a better livin' from that trench livin'
We was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens and we all scalin'
I was out there grindin' by myself, it don't stop
Blamin' gang for murder then talkin', it's nonstop
Fast car, new ice, racks long
It always be murder, we don't answer too much phone calls
Bling, money coming, bling
Or murder callin' in
Ain't chose this life, you always wonder why we sin

[Verse 1: Duvy]
We lost some friends
Turned to revenge
When you go through tough shit, hope you never bend
Tryna stay away, but this shit keep on coming to a nigga like the devil's working
Wanna rock and roll with me? Have one in the head with you, we get high
Tough love, but I hold on
New racks, racks long
I be buyin' fly shit, still be spendin' old money
Bitch, this like six hundred in this cup, this is real muddy
Run off with that pack, ain't coming back
I send your bitch to one of my dogs, she ain't coming back
Make my lil' nigga bust your head for some new Balencis
Fuck 'round, hit up Paris, then the island, and Chile
Fuck 'round, hit a ho, poppin' tags, Amiris
Ashing dead guys on two-thousand dollar jeans
We still in the trench
We still duckin' feds
My lil' nigga got a ciggy on your ass

[Chorus: Duvy]
We made a better livin' from that trench livin'
We was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens and we all scalin'
I was out there grindin' by myself, it don't stop
Blamin' gang for murder then talkin', it's nonstop
Fast car, new ice, racks long
It always be murder, we don't answer too much phone calls
Bling, money coming, bling
Or murder callin' in
Ain't chose this life, you always wonder why we sin

[Verse 2: Duvy]
'Cause it was hell, fell in with the stick
They be tryna blackball me, the game is rigged
What you gon' do with paper? If you ain't have it, you take it
I know I'm doing somethin', I got me a lot of haters
We on the go when money callin'
See you in the morning
We want some Louis and Valentino, let's go to eat
Came a long way, but I got deeper in the streets, murder callin'
Why do they sleep on me when I seen them niggas yawnin'?
Now it's Dior runners just to throw out garbage, you dig that?
I'm all in, finessin', stack it up 'cause I had nothin', I was honest

[Chorus: Duvy]
We made a better livin' from that trench livin'
We was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens and we all scalin'
I was out there grindin' by myself, it don't stop
Blamin' gang for murder then talkin', it's nonstop
Fast car, new ice, racks long
It always be murder, we don't answer too much phone calls
Bling, money coming, bling
Or murder callin' in
Ain't chose this life, you always wonder why we sin

[Outro]
I'm never ashamed of where I come from, you feel me?
Like, the streets made me who I am
Can make me work harder every single day
'Cause you never wanna go back there
Like, it really just brought the hustle out of me, you know what I'm saying?
Like, I don't think I'd be working this hard if I didn't come from the streets
And I always wanna evolve and just bring the people with me that deserve it