It’s Callie the shit you click The punching bag yeah, that is your lick While growing up I saw my dad take sips And traded it all for liquor So now a drunk in a bar, that’s a father figure My fam of bottom feeders we eat off the ground So any crumb in this coming your way, we sweeping out Been around in the town and the with all the windows tinted Them knows the seed of women in it My team I’m killing anything I’m touching like the hand of death Bitches wanna my ear, like I can’t confess a walking church, in and my sweater My head is the kids is sweating They burn me up in my stomach like fucking indigestions They wanna ask who I’m feeling in I’ma skip the question Just like I did the half of bitches listen sessions Can’t remember the last rapper I’ve been impressed with The only youngers I pump are Yella, Krit and Kendrick Yeah, but enough about me Let me mention all the one that doubt me The one who see me buzzing and they come around me I ain’t nothing but some buzzers get the fuck from round me Had a homie that matter to me get rather phoney He heard Rojas is coming, he stuck his hand up to me Like a ATM, to get the cash out of me And when I’m telling him no, he started acting funny Yeah, fuck it, another lesson learnt People think my generosity what they deserve If you do want others what you get in return Then your mother should have swallowed the sperm I was born on a bad sign, in the aura I was baptized in Bad times is all that come and coming Treat the family You people doing them numbers, my people number countries Yeah, 8 girls, I hit a couple of them, They big a hole to me, Ain’t no getting emotionally attached, Cause ain’t nobody holding me back, I don’t over react I’m a and from a city… typical So all the shit that is stressing you more than trivial My people want me to win, I’m who they living through Dough pedalist, they hoping that I’ma blow They get them tax free dollars and no benefits They focusing on the media needs, And if they see the judge To finish up the sentence with But all y’all wanna see is the media see Sitting him up hitting the sirens on him Watching the type of torture And so we live for today, day, we die tomorrow