Voices In My Head
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
Back in high school, walk through the halls
Classmates told me I would fall
Now I got racks, tryna stack em tall
When I pull up at the mall, I might buy it all
Call me John Wall, the way I ball
Headin' for the top, all my haters thank ya'll
If we ain't talkin' money, I ain't pickin up the call
Now I'm livin' large, all my enemies lookin small
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
I been on the grind since like 13
I was taught as a youngin', gotta go get the cream
Always had a dream, like Dr. King
Now I'm blowin' cash, money ain't a thing
Respected in my city, call me Prince Hakeem
I'm a warrior, cuz shooters on my team
I think I'm a fiend, all I see is green
Load the chopper, got a Glock with a beam
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
Back in high school, walk through the halls
Classmates told me I would fall
Now I got racks, tryna stack em tall
When I pull up at the mall, I might buy it all
Call me John Wall, the way I ball
Headin' for the top, all my haters thank ya'll
If we ain't talkin' money, I ain't pickin up the call
Now I'm livin' large, all my enemies lookin small
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
I been on the grind since like 13
I was taught as a youngin', gotta go get the cream
Always had a dream, like Dr. King
Now I'm blowin' cash, money ain't a thing
Respected in my city, call me Prince Hakeem
I'm a warrior, cuz shooters on my team
I think I'm a fiend, all I see is green
Load the chopper, got a Glock with a beam
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
All these voices in my head
Thank the lord when I go to bed
Could've been locked up or dead
Now I got dreams, counting this bread
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Writer(s): Spoken P
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