Collect Calls

"David Wake Up"

(Free Kliff, free Black)

"Aye Woods Light That Shit Up"

(Verse)
Shit getting real, I know my family they depending on me
How it make me feel? I just go harder, show me my opponent
You ain’t gotta tell me that you love me, it's different ways of showing it
Collect calls with my dawg, I asked him how its goin’

He told me that he numb to pain and he can’t hurt no more
If you ain’t dying for your gang, then what you banging for?
We the type to leave it in the streets, y’all n****s naming folks
If you ain’t down to shoot and kill, then what you aiming for?
(Fa, fa, fah!)

Kliff got 10, and Meek got kilt, it ain’t the same no more
When I see your picture I get chills and I can’t cry no morе
Out of all the people in thе world, why real ones die the most?
Now I’ma forever be a real one till its my time to go

Me and the gang, we got secrets that nobody knows
My momma know I hang with steppers, but we ain’t in college
That boy say when he see me he gon’ kill me tell that boy I doubt it
I’ma kick the door down to the rap game since I ain’t get invited

I ain’t get F’s in school, but I got felonies
They know even in them chains it ain’t no changing me
Killers with me they gon' rock out they on stage throwing 3’s
Icky shit screaming free Black, he down the road banging B’s

This for my n****s down the road who doing hard time
I been on my shit trying to run up racks, I can’t work part-time
Remember we was broke, them lights went out, we had to use a candle
That shit right there just made me strong, ain’t shit I can’t handle

I can’t wait till I get on, pockets even fatter
See my face all on the TV, make them change the channel
It’s like the odds been against me since I was in them Pampers
I’ma put my heart on every beat, give them something to remember

They don’t want smoke cuz this shit cancer, I’m talking bout chemo
They ain’t in the field, we was on that block, them boys was lost like Nemo
For my broad I’ll save the day but I ain’t a hero
And we gon' forever keep them things, yeah, wherever we go

Popped out with the gang, it ain’t no lames, I brought my shooter with me
Tryouts we gon' bang, it ain’t a game, ain’t with that foolishness
Got into a shootout? Check his Glizzy, he ain’t shoot his shit
I ain’t with that talking on the 'gram, quick to mute a bitch

Give my youngin' the word, spin yo block, don’t care who you hit
They know Crank a fool, with them Glocks, know he too legit
I could put yo block on the news, Channel 2 and shit
Hanging out the window with this chop, ready to let it spit

(Fa, fa, fa,fa, fa fa!)
(Oh ah, ah, owoooah)