Who's Calling? - Jaye

Told my teacher that I’mma get this guap

Bare ringing my phone, gotta turn it off

And I told her that I’mma get her blocked (Oh-oh)

I hear «Fortinbras» this, and «Fortinbras» that

I’m telling these man just to get off my back

They’re hitting me up, I’m not hitting them back

When I hop on the mic then you know it’s a rap

It’s a mazzalean

Painting pictures, this the gallery

Turning pages my reality

'Til my life coming like a magazine

So what’s there to say?

I’m here with Jaye

Yeah, that’s my nephew, we sippin' on Wray

Sh wanna come close, I’m moving away

I’ve seen bar man like me get played

Back and forth with a bitch like tennis

The chat comes dry then the shit gets deaded

Not a violent guy like Niko Bellic

My aura menacing just like Dennis

This liquor in my cup’s got me leanin'

Can’t be living life just for the weekend

That’s why my team and I are always schemin'

Bigger things that we be achievin'

Phone on DND

Can’t hear these bitches when they ring

Phone on DND

Can’t hear these bitches when they ring

I got that jewel-encrusted crown 'round my head 'cos I’m the king

I got all the smoke and bud so looks like I might have a drink

When you see me you can look but I can’t let you touch a thing

My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring

Can’t do this shit on my own

See me out here just vibing but I can come through with a venomous flow

Moving like then I’m gone

Sitting, waiting, the top of the throne

Highest heights and the clouds so low

I still ring, I still ring

I still ring, I’m still king of my throne

What’s a king to a god, what’s a god to a non believer?

You got game so it’s open season

Sold your soul to the Devil disguised as a demon

Niggas be talking a lot

Saying some shit at the top

Everything you do, we call it a flop

Family, friendships, watch them crumble and rot

Now stop it, ay, pop it, ay

My girl, there’s space on my rocket, ay

Living rent-free in my pocket

If I’m God then you are my prophet, wait

Look at me now, I ain’t got time to fill

Treating me different, what’s the deal?

Chat that shit, trust me then you’ll die for real

I got that jewel-encrusted crown 'round my head 'cos I’m the king

I got all the smoke and bud, it looks like I might have a drink

When you see me you can look but I can’t let you touch a thing

My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

When they ring

My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring