[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Streets are calling and everyday I try to ignore ‘em
I’ve been known to explore ‘em deep from Homestead to [?]
Going to war is nothing foreign in my forum
From a place where crackheads, blood stains and graffiti is the decorum
Hustle or die, slip up, we cut your supply
Customers buy, keep it business, once you trust ‘em, they lie
Need to accept that evil ways be unable to save me
Why do I choose lust and debauchery over righteousness daily
Can’t be passive ‘cause potential cash amounts to masses
Nonaggressive bastards get swallowed up or laid in the grass with
Lacerations to the throat, repeated shots to the dome
If the streets call me again, tell ‘em K-Rino ain’t home
What’chu wanna be when you grown? Kids ain’t trippin’
The hood’s a college where they majoring in hustling or stripping
Spend a day where I live, you’ll be a believer
Money can’t buy happiness but being broke can’t either
[Chorus]
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
[Verse 2]
The streets are calling, the streets are calling
Yeah the streets are calling me
And it’s calling out for realness to kill all the fakeness
To kill all the pain that we done went through with the violence and the hurricanes
I try hard to sustain my mental mind-frame
Praying to the Lord everyday to keep me sane
‘cause society seems to be headed for ruin
With all the shootings and the drama but I’ma keep doing what’s right
‘cause life is getting cold, my brothers
And when you loose hope, you’re lost with [?]
So when times get bad, you better start flexing your muscle
Get your priorities straight and stop falling for the hustle of the
Bling-bling, bling-bling
First you gotta have the means to work hard to get the ching-ching
The streets are calling, the streets are calling
The law is calling me too, [?] stop stalling
[Chorus]
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
[Verse 3]
There’s money in the streets, man, I gotta go get it
Forget a 9-to-5, playboy, I ain’t trippin’
Going dollar for dollar, baby call up the troops
To my real block hustler, here’s a OG salute
I know ya been waiting so let them real rappers in
Some of y’all fake, watch daddy check your chin
Catch me on the [?], playa, what’chu wanna do?
I’m a solid 220, trick, I’m very hard to move
I ain’t hating on ya boy, but some of y’all soft
Claiming that ya street but never came out the house
I’m a knockout solider, can I get it off my chest?
I hate to be cocky, but I got next
This is my block, baby, I stacks daily
If you think that I’m crazy, f you, pay me
I’m hungry again, the streets better look out
Welcome to the kitchen, don’t get burned, that’s a cookout
[Chorus]
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
The streets are calling me
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
You know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
Know these streets, they keep calling
