Voices

Now was it certain shit I did
Got these voices in my head
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can
Keep a pistol by my bed
Murder money what it is
We ain't slipping we prepared
If I ain't got it then it's near
Screaming rest in peace to biggz
We done shed too many tears
They ain't teach us bout the field
And they ain't teach us bout the feds

Twenty four
Three fifty sevens
My odds even
I did business wit killers and robbed demons
God preaches then sounds of the car screeches
I sat at the table wit bosses did not see ya
This Glock nina
Shit walk in the spot with me
I throw a couple grams in the pot
This drip mixy
You can ask my opps when it's lit
The stick with me
I seen niggas turn they back on the strip
Catch buck fiftys
I'm sliding over cars like I'm bobby
You get shmurda
I sat behind them bars and them crackers don't deserve us
Double r wit the stars I can close the curtains
Trying to beat the odds but all this winning makes me nervous dog
I palm reach it then I hit palms beaches
First I drop the roof for some air I got seasick
Once I chuck the deuce be aware I'm not peacing
Shooters kawhi Leonard
They setups is all defense
So i pulled up a chair for you I know you couldn't stand me
Niggas over look me so I had to underhand it
I called up the plug today we talked about expanding
I barely understand em but we got a understanding yea
I was the man then I'm the man now
I Spend a couple bands nigga das a man down
Don't ever bite the hand nigga das a fed mouth
I ain't really know what blood meant
Until I bleed out
Like fuck a hand out i done ran routes
Bitch I am the bandit bring them bands out
That butter got me jammed in
But I jammed out
Gimme ten milligrams
Nine millie air it out
You want that clout careful what you ask for
Cuz i aint letting shit fly get a passport
I wake up with a task just to duck the task force
You cant war without the money what you think I trap for

Now was it certain shit I did
Got these voices in my head
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can
Keep a pistol by my bed
Murder money what it is
We ain't slipping we prepared
If I ain't got it then it's near
Screaming rest in peace to biggz
We done shed too many tears
They ain't teach us bout the field
And they ain't teach us bout the feds

They been asking for the old me
I been hearing niggas talking bout me like they know
I'm still in the hood
I think these niggas got me misunderstood
The opposition spin the block
I could of ran but I stood
Like I should
Most these niggas ain't as clever as me
I'm a go and get that money it's embedded in me
I gotta shout out all them niggas that discredited me
Cause I'm that nigga that was there
When it was dead in the streets
My niggas came a long way it's been a ruff ride
Rest in peace to tay I never thought I see my thug die
You know its a sad day in the projects
When them thugs cry
Then my nigga nug died
Now somebody must die
Free the hitta jayo he road out and let them slugs fly
Pussy nigga ratted
Man what happen to the tuff guys
We cause all the havoc
If it's static then we must slide
Cooler than a bus ride
Riding to the trust dies
Only my brothers

Now was it certain shit I did
Got these voices in my head
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can
Keep a pistol by my bed
Murder money what it is
We ain't slipping we prepared
If I ain't got it then it's near
Screaming rest in peace to biggz
We done shed too many tears
They ain't teach us bout the field
And they ain't teach us bout the feds