[Intro: Akon w/Joell Ortiz]
It's Akon, man (Joell Ortiz), my man P (P-Money what's good?)
It's the Magic City baby (New York City baby)
I think we got one on this one (yeah)
So when them haters (man listen y'all), wanna scream my name
Let them keep on callin' (gotta keep callin' man)
And they wasn't supporting us before and they wanna scream now (na man)
Let them keep on callin', we gonna just let them keep on calling baby
So keep on calling, as for our supporters, y'all know you can just keep on calling for as long as you want, keep on calling
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
If anybody's road was hard dawg, it was mine
No pops and mommy nose finished more than a dime
Only child so my hands was active
I used to get jumped and still yell "But your man's a faggot!"
No name jeans with the grass stains and wack zipper
Tucked up under the button up for the class picture
Eatin' twice in the lunch room
Already feast with mom but some food just (keep on callin')
Hey, ain't no shame in my game, I'm from the Ps too
Felt had to act tough for a piece too
Yes it was that serious
Back then
Empty refrigerators and back rent
Do me a favor and ask Quinn if I could borrow some sugar
Joell knockin' down the hall with a note, and nose full of boogers
Can't forget that
Now that I spit crack
The phones keep ringin'
Nah, don't let 'em get that, let 'em keep on callin'
It's Akon, man (Joell Ortiz), my man P (P-Money what's good?)
It's the Magic City baby (New York City baby)
I think we got one on this one (yeah)
So when them haters (man listen y'all), wanna scream my name
Let them keep on callin' (gotta keep callin' man)
And they wasn't supporting us before and they wanna scream now (na man)
Let them keep on callin', we gonna just let them keep on calling baby
So keep on calling, as for our supporters, y'all know you can just keep on calling for as long as you want, keep on calling
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
If anybody's road was hard dawg, it was mine
No pops and mommy nose finished more than a dime
Only child so my hands was active
I used to get jumped and still yell "But your man's a faggot!"
No name jeans with the grass stains and wack zipper
Tucked up under the button up for the class picture
Eatin' twice in the lunch room
Already feast with mom but some food just (keep on callin')
Hey, ain't no shame in my game, I'm from the Ps too
Felt had to act tough for a piece too
Yes it was that serious
Back then
Empty refrigerators and back rent
Do me a favor and ask Quinn if I could borrow some sugar
Joell knockin' down the hall with a note, and nose full of boogers
Can't forget that
Now that I spit crack
The phones keep ringin'
Nah, don't let 'em get that, let 'em keep on callin'
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