Call of Duty (feat. Castro)

My family struggling, I gotta make all this money for them I don't pretend, everything that I say is some shit that I seen or some shit that I did I got arrested for getting too turnt at the bar with a couple of friends I spit on the cops, I eat turkey bacon, I really don't fuck with the pigs I had a show the next day with like five-hundred people, you know that I jumped in the crowd I stepped on the stage, everything that I say, they repeat it, they yelling it loud If you ain't a bitch then name my dick Futuristic then keep my name out your mouth I got some niggas that shoot, that's Call of Duty, they aiming them things in your house, sheesh I'm taking care of everybody in my squad Do your job, I got you, brah, I swear it ain't no prob' I hit the booth, I spit the truth and I don't take my watch I got no time for bullshit, I'm recording and they can't make me stop Yo, that's on my grandma's grave I ain't no slave, I'm doing my thang Created this lane, I paved the way Stay my lane, remain the same My bang is bang A crazy face you make like when Topanga came On the Gambino movie with some bangs that hang I started picking fruit like orangutang And telling stories 'bout a dream where babies made (Dude, what the fuck is this nigga even talking 'bout, bruh?) Clapping for the wrong reasons You stink like a dog breathing Know I get more head than a salon She droolin' like a toddler teething All these niggas hating on me Salty cause I'm all-seasoned I be going like every week Can't reach me like when you call Jesus (Hello?) Flow so cold my songs freezing Bars so sick they cause sneezing Videos with a million views Selling albums in like all regions They know that I been fly Been fly like a bald eagle Yo shows is like recess That bell ringing and they all leaving I'm working hard for every single thing I get I came too far, nah, I'm too close, they can't make me quit And anybody in my way is getting sprayed with Uzi's Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty Call of Duty, Call of Duty Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty Call of Duty, Call of Duty Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty Yeah, back again like I respawned This shit ain't 'bout the biz, I don't respond Too much of a king to be upon this shit And if you in my presence you are hanging around a gift Like a tree ornament Won't keep quiet, got the piece on my hip If you pussies keep talking shit Claiming you tight, won't hesitate to bust first I pre-cum in this bitch Fuck you pay me, I'm a jiggalo, he comes to get rich And I'm just having fun with this shit Finna blow like I didn't see the claymore They get paid more so I don't have to whip no Nissan down the strip Half-Latin, half-black When I'm not two hit Ghost Recon out this bitch, wait Freeze, pause it real quick I don't even need the beat on when I spit Always giving it my three-hundred percent If they want it, he got it, they saw that he bought it, yeah (Uh) C fought to get this And they probably wondering how the fuck C thought of this shit I don't even know how they think I rap, bring it back Imma sing on it real quick like, yeah (Nigga, stop singing! Ahhh!) Call of Duty, Call of Duty Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty Call of Duty, Call of Duty Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty