Voice Of The Streets Freestyle (Part 2)

[Intro]
Yo, One
Shoutout Kenny
Roll up, yo, yo

[Chorus]
Feds done run up in the trap
Tryna find where this two in the blues
If my young boy ain't bank
Would've been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces
Remember little bro lost that pack
Didn't make him pay cah I love my juvie
And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot
Still catch me in the back on the dance
One leanin' with all those groupies
The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity
We make a whole load of smoothies
Copped a new one, extended clip
We make a whole load of movies
Pull up on plan, jump out gang
Ready or not like the fugees
Catch me in the back on the dance
One leanin' with all those groupies
The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity
We make a whole load of smoothies
Copped a new one with extended-
We can make a whole load of movies
Pull up on plan, jump out gang
Ready or not like

[Verse]
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
We're gonna find you
I heard shh-shh got bored up times two
Real drillers, not ones nothin' like you
Freedom all alone
[?]
Can't take off this bally, it's vital
Spinners and nines too
Free smoke for all of my rivals
This beef stays fried like Thai food
I can do anything I put my mind to
And count yourself lucky if you ain't on a t-shirt
Cah we tried too
Old school like vinyl
Still got a T house to take this nine too
Give me an opp block to take this nine too
Bring it to a opp boy, viral
And if me and Frog go steppin' on smoke
Thats a bloody sidewalk
One, ay, yo
I couldn't watched telly on block
I'm seeing armed jakes at stupid o'clock
They couldn't care less if I'm ready or not
They ask [?]
Touch road, I'm still setting up shop
Cheddar on me for some bootings and drugs
And I still want to spend on a-
Money can't be a delicate topic
Yo, Feds constantly run in the-
I'm tryna get me on the Forbes list
Still pull up on plan and that won't change
We're drillers and trappers
And dem man there ain't really living
They're putting it on, they're living it backwards

[Chorus]
Feds done run up in the trap
Tryna find where this two in the blues
If my young boy ain't bank
Would've been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces
Remember when little bro lost that pack
Didn't make him pay cah I love my juvie
And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot
Still catch me in the back on the dance
One leanin' with all those groupies
The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity
We make a whole load of smoothies
Copped a new one, extended clip
We make a whole load of movies
Pull up on plan, jump out gang
Ready or not like the fugees