Voices Lyrics

I got all the bitches tryna love me now

YM my heart I know she hold me down

Any nigga try to cross catch a hunnit rounds

Fighting voices in my head getting really loud

They was tryna lock me in, and my heart broke feel i can't do right again

You done crossed that line we can't meet the ends

She wanna be in love we better off as friends

Glock got a stick we ride with FN's

I know the bitch she broke my heart, i fuck her best friend

Fuck the opps, the glock gon cut off all them dead ends

But the first nigga to go and snake me was my best friend

Like was it worth it, all them other losses that i took i don't deserve it

Yea that bitch too perfect but in my heart i had to swerve it

And yea i work too hard for all this shit to go and burn quick

I swear i fucking earned it

Yea that bitch she bad but i swear she ain't a ten to me

Had to cut her off i know she fucking all my enemies

The only shit they judge was off the shit that i would let em see

Gotta get you out my head i tried to burn up all my memories

The ganja that i smoke it gave me red-eye i don't drive slow

Ima make it to the top thats shit that all my guys know

I been thru the wire, tell em this the life of pablo

Moonwalk with that bag i drop it all up in apollo

Heard that they tryna get rid of me

Watch out when we catch em buss a u-turn on that side street

Remember rocking gap and then i moved up to versace

I gotta move smart cus i don't know who really got me

Could never let that shit go kill me it just made me strong

Everything that i done got, i got it on my own

I lost all them feelings after fucking hoes

We was tryna get that pack off we was moving zones

I got voices in my head just like I'm Randy Orton

Heart break kid im bumping all that Giveon

Got alotta exotic in my carry-on

Told her ima roll this blizz then ima carry on

One-way trip you know im in Miami now

And my pops fly i love them hand me downs

Took a lil trip and she can't stand me now

And we can talk it out, i bet you she won't hear me out

Yea i grew up in my granny house, only child

Grown up i got siblings i been running wild

And you know for them im tryna make it out

Take em out the trenches need a bigger house

Im the black sheep with them big dreams

You ain't tell me direct so what that shit mean

Tryna do it all before they get me

I be thinking bout that death wonder if they'll miss me

Right now im just thinking bout the top spot

When we walk around we got them glocks hot

They pour the drink all on her titty i'll take a shot

And i be cool with my Jamaicans tell em Wah Gwaan

I know when i make it it'll be crazy wins

I came from Jamaica with the crazy twins

Fucked up all my kicks just tryna chase this shit

I know its bout time before that label Hit, me up

I know they gon hate me when i get too up

I know she gon feel me when i talk to her

Wockhardt, wockhardt when i pour my cup

Ima touch that body she get horny, uh

Put her in that private, ten stories up

I ain't tryna have no feelings pour me up

I don't need no feelings so just whore me up

I don't need no love uh

I don't need no love

Tell em whore me up (Uh)

Or just pour me up