Okay
Niggas be peepin’ hard, they act like they ain’t see the shit
I think they need a Serg’, finna make me reenlist
All of my cadets done bought baguettes, all ’bout achievements
That’s why I can’t believe he just be [?] off the main shit
Talking ’bout he decent, I’ma show you boys who decent is
Mirror on my face, you look me in the face you see a bitch
Pussy you perceive, how could they deceive me?
A young nigga feelin’ himself
Yeah, they had me convinced that I shouldn’t be feelin’ myself
‘Cause I don’t need assist, I get to beatin’, killin’ myself
Like it was seamless, I laugh when they look at me like I’m they not [?]
I swear, I got the same reaction back in ’15
Now I’m black stackin’, rappin’ like I’m backpackin’
Carry dead weight, straight to the win, they backtrackin’
Actin’ dumb now, and don’t pretend, that’s mad whack
Switchin’ topics like I did with the girl in the back chattin’
Asking ’bout my love, like tell me ’bout that status, she
Keep naggin’ for me team, no Flagstaff in Arizona, I don’t wanna get deep
Just ass clappin’, honey, if the conversation is weak
We Snapchattin’, I had better chats with GPT
Been on a telecast, doin’ shit with BET
So she could [?] how she see me
Niggas hatin’, I’m assumin’ they got EBT
‘Cause they see cash on the cover stackin’, “Who the fuck won’t hear this brother rappin’?”
But ain’t brave enough to challenge when it come to rappin’
A hundred racks if you could wash me then I’m done with rappin’
Back to singin’ to his bitch, she on the cover rappin’
And she say, “You the best, period” like a stomach crampin’
Keep it a hundred like some [?] and a couple Jacksons
I’m hot as Dolphins in Miami when they runnin’ practice
But I can see just why they punishin’ me for my absence
‘Cause what’s the game without Slummy? Bitch, I’m back in action
What’s the game without Tiller? Bitch, I’m back in action
Fuck the game, I doubt niggas want smoke with the Slum Dog
Slum Dog millionnaire
Or Slum Tiller, boy
A legend that’s what you can call me
Niggas say they want the smoke, I’m like, “Are you sure?”
If you got a problem, nigga, call me
Let’s hear it
Call me
Call me
Call me
Call me
Decoding Confidence and Authenticity
“Call Me” by Bryson Tiller is a bold declaration of self-assurance and authenticity. Tiller delivers his verses with a mixture of swagger and vulnerability, touching on themes of overcoming doubt, handling haters, and staying true to oneself. The lyrics reveal a journey from being underestimated to proving his worth, blending clever wordplay and cultural references. Tiller also critiques superficial connections, expressing a desire for meaningful interactions, all while maintaining his signature smooth flow. The repeated invitation to “call me” signals both a challenge to doubters and an open line to those who truly understand him.
Song Credits
Artist: Bryson Tiller
Songwriter: Bryson Tiller
Release Year: 2024