Artist: Chi-King f/ 12 O'Clock, Scarr, Sheist Dog
Album:  Rollin' Aces: Chamber of the Lost Child
Song:   Callin' Me Back
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Chorus 2X: The Eagles "I Can't Tell You Why" sample (Sheist Dog)]
Everytime I try to walk away (the streets calling me back again)
Everytime I try to walk away (right back in the trap again)

[Sheist Dog]
Everytime I try to walk away, son, it pull me right back in
I'm filled with sin, just enough fucking nerves to win
I never used to walk away, put 'em right in his place
Since they pulled me back in, I shoot dead in his face, blaow
I'm a menace with a life sentence, ain't no repenting
Put the metal in your mouth like a local dentist
I can't help it, I never walk away from the beef
I'm a hard head, stomach can't take the beef

[Scarr]
We the land of the free and the home of the brave
But I can't understand these politicans today
Nothing ever promissed, what's the point of having hope
Nothing going my way, somebody want me to choke my shit
Taking on water, shovel bloat to stay a float
Brother wise on the call, now you got to jump start
Hit the lick on the mark, now you got a head start
I live my life right now, cuz I can't see tomorrow

[Chorus 2X]

[12 O'Clock]
Caugh chilling, paranoid around some Rican bitches
Home boy snitching telling niggas bout our riches
Said her ex man, yo, my man, we shook his hand
Did a show in Alabam', guess a nigga was a fan
All wit the plan, there was some chicks in the Caravan
All of my girls, so good, they understand
Feminine five, told me nigga was crazy live
Said Bed-Stuy, he should of saw his fucking eyes
Whole shit switch real quick
Said go get my brothers and a couple more whips
Dig it, bitch wasn't bout the diz-nick, but a viz-nick
A pocket biz-nick, the four-fifth'll cliz-nick
Brooklyn Zu, nigga, plus the Wu
Rock a pair of Air Force, see through
Nigga know Brooklyn Zu, W-U, Sunz of Man, yeah

[Chorus 2X]

[Chi-King]
I'mma have to knock 'em out, keep selling me out
Testing my pedigree, talking big, like you got clout
See a fish ain't a fish, until he open his mouth
Catch a hook now, I'm doping you out
Have you scared to walk the street, now you live on your couch
Put your neck in third lane, keep running your mouth
I put a duck in the air to get a shot down south
Bird ass nigga, you don't wanna go that route
Trying to be sick, but you ain't, see shit, get stick in the paint
Type of nigga, see blood and he faint
See homey, you just food on the plate, squeeze blood at your face
Like I'm crushing the grape, G-O-D-Z to I-N-C
Chi-King and the Brooklyn Zu
Sheist Dog, real niggas, yea, that's how we do
I'm trying to walk away, give this nigga chance to live another die
But fuck that, man, this nigga, he gotta pay

[Chorus 2X]