THE CALLING
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Song Info
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 64 kbps • 5:01
Meta Data
BPM
120
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
I wrote this song for those who need music that will motivate, elevate, and give those who hear it something to get up and get to it too! Hit us up on social media @pmc_breeze we are @ reverbnation.com/giftofgabrecords
Lyrics
This the calling you've been waiting on we them niggas that you niggas hated on now get ya hatred you say you getting money huh show me ya paper long pull out the Roger to scare ya like Freddy Krueger dawg yall niggas all soft yall niggas all bark I'm a lion off in the jungle bitch I'm all heart my city is dying police out here lying so why the fuck should I sit around and just stop all the violence naw I'm let it burn like a bad perm college kids listen in like a lecture I'm painting pictures just to show the world just what I'm worth I'm at ya neck like a shirt when I'm dead and gone never put me in a hearse put me in a verse that's how this shit go I'm bending all the rules my nigga just call me limbo I'm knocking beats out left and right just like im Kimbo money weed pussy and power stuck to my mental ay but they won't ever listen (naw) they won't pay attention (naw) I got the game sewed up I play it so submissive seen ya bitch out in traffic nigga she slid them digits I slid them panties to the side and cut her like a ribbon unh his the shit you niggas want me on I'm like an erection my nigga because im going hard its my time im in my prime feeling like I'm Jordan i wake up in the morning hopped in a jet now im soaring unh I'm just building on my confidence its time for this some compliments we strive for these accomplishments we grind for this we ride to this and we gone die for this and remember this the calling bitch and Breeze the one who brought you this I'm a (Benwood) breadwinner 200% real nigga tat it on my body so you know it's real nigga aw shit nigga I'm cutting up better lock me up for the rhymes I bust man I leave shit stuck smelling like a butt shit smell like skunk blueberry puff its like a rush wont give it up i love that green sticky potent stuff but fuck all the bullshit im carrying full clips the snub nose will put a hole in your nose like a bull bitch 8 ball in the corner pocket just like its pool tricks my money doing jumping jacks somersault full flips pedal to the metal brick move on the highway singing like Fetty Wap unh you should come my way we independent over here Circ Ent we the new cool kids nobody showed us new shit nigga we rock exclusive and this another hit and niggas sick cause the shit I spit it look so sick I'm way up I'm like a selfish stick unh I'm a extended banana clip and off the rip I get it popping on any corner all I wanted was bad bitches and marijuana excuse ya misses move on to her daughter sorry my guy but you are not her father she bust it open for a young nigga who got the juice not for some old ass man sipping on apple juice holler and I ain't ever been a hitman but if I catch you slipping you'll e leaning like a kick stand listen up in my city nigga the murders rising I'm sliding faster than supersonic my ho exotic I get her pussy wetter nigga cause I'm poseiden got her higher than ever on this dick when she climbing what's a small leap to a motherfucking giant from the bottom to the top and the checks multiplying niggas praying for my downfall but I gotta ball I gotta sauce catching the beat just like im Randy Moss diamonds dripping water wet nigga just like its Voss I been a boss one false move and ya head is off I ain't playing with you fuck niggas make me off niggas coming out to the park after dark to spark niggas what you thought nigga I hang with gorillas we some cold hearted killers ain't got no problem with dropping niggas who thinking they sicker sicker than who? Young (PMC) Breeze nigga you sicker thannwhat we knew God just blessed me with these dope bars and rhythms to step to counted so many blessings like what is the next move headed back to the hills of Hisperia, California where nobody knows ya staying low-key and smoking on marijuana so don't get your boy band rocked nigga like you a Jonas leave your ass on the street now you homeless putting niggas on coffins I mean not condolence I'm king in this rap shit and its fuck my opponents...
