The Calling

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They say have mercy on they souls, 'cause they don't mean it
Pray for these niggas, you know they need it
'Tis the season your 'bout to blow, the ringer they bound to go
Let it all hang and let that humbleness go
But still have mercy on they souls, 'cause they don't mean it
Somebody just pray for me, Imma need it
'Tis the season I'm bound to blow, the ringer they bound to go
Let it all hang and let this humbleness go

All my life I been distant, I feel like something is missing
Give me all and keep giving, in hope that one day they'll listen
Part of me still don't get it, your sympathy I don't need it
Don't ask me about my business if you're not supporting me with it
'Cause all this free this and that is over, I mean it, I mean it
This is artistry is a brand, you can't bootleg, so beat it
Doubters closing right in, you know I seen it, I seen it
I got the scope on the pistol, and let it beam when I need it
Rock a white tee and jays, I'm always ready believe it
Cooking up in the kitchen, so every session is heated
What I'm sporting is illustrated, fresh when I demonstrate it
Fucking model bitches off of Instagram pages
I'm off my rocker and highly pissed, it makes a whole lot of sense
Fashion Nova niggas always talk a whole lot of shit
You're with it, I'm with it, then we can give it a go
'Cause all that shade you been throwing, it's getting harder to cope

They say have mercy on they souls, 'cause they don't mean it
Pray for these niggas, you know they need it
'Tis the season your 'bout to blow, the ringer they bound to go
Let it all hang and let that humbleness go
But still have mercy on they souls, 'cause they don't mean it
Somebody just pray for me, Imma need it
'Tis the season I'm bound to blow, the ringer they bound to go
Let it all hang and let this humbleness go

This my calling I gotta answer, it's calling my name
Rise above the bullshit and still go out with a bang
Ain't no fear in my eyes, I rarely still be surprised
With all the shit I dealing with, that I keep it inside
You'll never know unless I talk about it, so I don't talk about it
Some don't even care about it, that I'll leave for a different topic
Appearing like they on your side, when they're not
Don't trust them new niggas over there, that I learned from Boondocks
It's outta hand but I had enough, I really done had enough 
Them shots they been taking I'm redirecting to hit them up
Switched up the style in case a couple get missed
And send them penis directly and tell them all to suck dick
That's how I feel bitches, now it's time to deal with it
Poker face, but every now and then I still hit it
'Cause if you're with it, I'm with it, then we can give it a go
'Cause all that shade you been throwing, it's getting harder to cope

They say have mercy on they souls, 'cause they don't mean it
Pray for these niggas, you know they need it
'Tis the season your 'bout to blow, the ringer they bound to go
Let it all hang and let that humbleness go
But still have mercy on they souls, 'cause they don't mean it
Somebody just pray for me, Imma need it
'Tis the season I'm bound to blow, the ringer they bound to go
Let it all hang and let this humbleness go

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