Price on my head

Music on my mind

That boy is clever

That boy is smart

That boy move that work like a work of art

But that boy got talent music and art

That boy better make his mind up

Can't play both parts got seventeen five

If you want some five or more we just don't come

Don't play no games on me nono extra people no guns

Ay don't trip no guns

Cause the killers out with got more guns

And they don't need a lot of reason to blow one

Kill you cops come niggas don't run

We shoot first deal went over like clockwork

Got my dough they got work

Party ways nobody gotgod hurt plug

Love for me I get him paid

Smooth criminal like m j

But they wanna sing songs like m j

Choose your path you can't go both ways cover my ears

And try to ignore the call of the streets yeah yeah

And try to ignore the call of the streets

Yeah yeah yeah

And try to ignore the call of the streets yeah yeah

And try to ignore the call of the streets

That should be calling me

It want me to run that block

It want me to hold that glock

It want me to push that rock that should be calling me

And want me to run in your spot

And went to the wine up shot

I try but I just can't stop

Hey price on my head

Music on my mind

I'm pistol in eleven

Microphone in my right

Design boy is clever that boy is smart

Every song that boy make is a work of art

But that boy a hustler

Moving thatthat boy better make his mind up

Can't play both parts count seventeen songs on a demo

Every one of them bang all of them go hard

Banging out the window

Every bmw the benzo yeah make money with the kinfolk

But they don't wanna see him grow

Them streets don't wanna let him go

What jealousy breed is sinful damn what you gon' do

Sage you gon' be a thug and you gon' be a salon

You can't be both

N**a the famous gangsters is the part of dead

You hear me talking to you sage sage sage sage say

Cover my ears

And try to ignore the call out the streets yeah yeah

And try to ignore the call out the streets

Yeah yeah yeah

And try to ignore the call out the streets yeah yeah

And try to ignore the call out the streets

That shit be calling meme to run that block

And want me to hold that glock

And want me to push that rock

That shit be calling me and want me to run in your spot

And wantto the wine up shot

I try but I just can't stop hey

Voice on my head

Music on my mind

It's still in eleven

Microphone in my right decide