The Voice

[Chorus]
I seen niggas dying from my crib
So I keep a bid
I wish D Boy had it they slid
Started wit' a nine a copped a cig
Late nights remise
[?] almost made bro get pitched
I'm from the south and that's why niggas hate me
Don't pull up me you can catch a fade, b
I'm from the lane yeah I be droppin' strays, b
One day I'ma be Toronto's Jay-Z
I ain't learned the game from my daddy
I learned it from the block
MCM belt it hold my Glock
Dope up in the pot, whip it and shock
Youngest on the block
I ain't get advice but know a lot

[Verse 1]
Please don't test my G you will get shot
She talking 'bout eating hibachi
And dead guys be my hobby
Swear to God I'm riding for bro Kwami
LA to the Towns man you know that they get quanchy
On gang yeah
I just fucked a bad bitch yeah she squirting on my denim jeans
[?] she made me forget 'bout my enemies
Most these niggas dead to me
Glizzy man it's next to me, on God

[Chorus]
I seen niggas dying from my crib
So I keep a bid
I wish D Boy had it they slid
Started wit' a nine a copped a cig
Late nights remise
[?] almost made bro get pitched
I'm from the south and that's why niggas hate me
Don't pull up me you can catch a fade, b
I'm from the lane yeah I be droppin' strays, b
One day I'ma be Toronto's Jay-Z
I ain't learned the game from my daddy
I learned it from the block
MCM belt it hold my Glock
Dope up in the pot, whip it and shock
Youngest on the block
I ain't get advice but know a lot

[Verse 2]
I got some bros that I won't see again
And my cuzzo just got hit won't see his kids again
And my bro [?] when he was in the South
Momma always told me baby boy drill or death
I know my momma praying
Jakes kicked the door got momma stressing
I was on tour and gave the stick to my best friend
GG he gon' slap you up for sure he a henchmen
Smoking on your mans get disrespectful not to mention
I feel all the hate I feel the tension
Screaming free up LS in the detention
We gon' make his people call the reverend
Steady wondering if I'ma go to heaven
On gang, I seen my hood cry
I seen niggas die too, I seen my hood cry
I seen my momma cry, I seen my hood cry
I know they red eyed
She just wanna fuck me 'cause she know that I got bread, yah

[Chorus]
I seen niggas dying from my crib
So I keep a bid
I wish D Boy had it they slid
Started wit' a nine a copped a cig
Late nights remise
[?] almost made bro get pitched
I'm from the south and that's why niggas hate me
Don't pull up me you can catch a fade, b
I'm from the lane yeah I be droppin' strays, b
One day I'ma be Toronto's Jay-Z
I ain't learned the game from my daddy
I learned it from the block
MCM belt it hold my Glock
Dope up in the pot, whip it and shock
Youngest on the block
I ain't get advice but know a lot