My Calling Lyrics - Prhyme

Ready? 

Yeah 

I was told by God to bar rap 

I thought he meant go to bars, buy bottles and all that 

As far back as I care to remember I been very stupendous 

Birds flockin', coppin' furs, watches, canaries in pedants 

I reinvented after I quit and then buried the image 

Uncle Joe told me, "Take care of your business" 

Hoes know me, I'm the only nigga famous in the D you still see 

On the block ballin', answerin' my callin' 

So you know my bitches wide bodied 

My whip is wide bodied, religion, godbody, uh 

I walk up in here like this is my party 

Gettin' these hoes' numbers like, this is my callin', uh, my callin', uh 

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Either they're criticizin' the music, comparin' numbers 

Or makin' America great again, wearin' rompers 

I ran bundles for that clown, I can't mumble 

Or stand stumble, I sat down, I stand humble 

PRhyme 

Take the boxing gloves off 

Hand 'em for the gods 

We do it for the music 

'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat 

PRhyme 

Take the boxing gloves off 

Hand 'em to the gods 

We do it for the music 

'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat 

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I'm what you call a boss, I buy the booth then do the toast 

I don't floss though, I inspire the youth to do the most 

Lemon pepper wings from Hooters flow, the coolest though 

I swing on you quick if you misconstrue us 'cause you the hoe 

I come from the school of hard knocks, only the truest rose 

Sippin' from a chalice that's Michigan College, blue and gold 

Feel like I belong here, though I'm labeled as garbage 

A born-player which maybe my callin' 

Maybe I was made for trickin' dollars and misbehavin' in Starlit's 

Breakin' a misses heart with her sister and maid of honor 

She's conflicted 'cause she watches me go out in the streets and lose the very same respect she witnessed me make and honor 

And I got all this stuff, but I'm stuck being alcoholic, bruh 

Therefore I'm all mixed up, like Aunt Jemima 

My pants cost a thousand 

They made by designers with names 

I done forgot 'cause I can not pronounce them 

And all my bitches wide bodied 

My whip is wide bodied, religion, godbody, uh 

I walk up in here like this is my party 

Callin' my side chick up like this is my callin', uh, my callin', uh