Lyrics:

[intro - Mistah F.a.b]
this Song Goes Out To All Them Hustlers Out There..
tryna Leave The Game Man, You Know
keep Callin' Em Back

[verse 1 - Mistah F.a.b]
when I Wake Up In The Morning, You Know What I See
the World Is A Ghetto, Smokin' On D
my Little Cousin 13, Strung Out On E
can't Blame Him, His Mama On C
o-K-E, 27 But She Look Like A Old Lady
gring Grind, Fuck Working At Old Navy
rather Slang Girl, And Make The World Go Crazy
who Am I Man I Ain't No Better
just A Young Nigga Lost Tryna Get This Chedda
staring Out The Window, Wishing On A Shooting Star
tryna Get Dumb Money, Go And Buy A Stupid Car
pray To The Lord, Tryna Heal My Flaws
dialing To The Heavens, Hope He Hear My Cause
wanna Leave The Game But I'm Stuck And I'm Trapped
so I Call On My Nigga Jack

[hook X2]
tryna Leave The Game But It's Callin' My Name...

[verse 2 - The Jacka]
this Rap Shit'll Have You In A Hole Like 300
kick A Black Nigga Down The Hole Like 300
twist An Eighth In The Back With Boy And Breath On It
down To My Last Nick, Bout To Cop A Quarter Kick
all The Real Niggas See, I'm Still Out'chea
they Like Be Rappin When I'm Trappin, I'm A Real Nightmare
white T's, Blue Jeans, Nikes All I Wear
lost A Nigga To A Gun Shot, I Been There
killed A Nigga For A Small Amount, Life Ain't Fair
coke White Leather Seats, 40 Glock Under There
catch A Sucka In The Traffic Then I'm Aiming At His Head
ran Back To The Game, Became A Millionaire
hit A Lick On My Connect, I Got So Much Shit For Sale
i'm On My Nigga Michael Bout To Take The Streets Back
rainbow Fish Scale, The Coke Feel Is All I Know
islam Help Me Let It Go
when Times Get Hard, It's The Game That I'm Running To
many Niggas Die From The D That I'm Running Through
what Would The Prophet Do So Al-Salam
got The World In My Palm
somethin' Bout The Streets Got My Heart And My Mind
up With The Beats, Fuck School, I'm On A Grind
got Slap In The Benz, My Nig Lets Ride Around
fresh Out The Lab With The New Shit, Nigga Check Out The Sound