The Voice

This how I was raised, so tell your parents I'm not violent This how I was raised, I'm from the trenches, I can't hide it I'm so sorry I can't hide it

This is a prepaid call from Who you depend on If you need something who can you bend on? Ask your b*tch if she really put her b*tch in the friendzone Came from nothing, ate on nothing, had none to put my grits on Run it up, I'm from the mud, I really watched the Flintstone Fortnite, put the card down to get the skins on A zimpy shot to a tummy tuck to put her pants on

Show me love, I know what it was, I gotta reinsure Try to get her up to take some drugs, she like to keep it pure We can't speak on what we did in Vegas, gotta leave it here Set a titty small, but one surgery, make 'em reappear I'm sick and tired of love songs, I flood out with diamonds Leash in there with hoods on, I like to shop in private Bombs your merry trip, I'm in Dubai, I'm on an island You get what you want if you just take a assignment

My heart was poundin', as crazy as it soundin' Nigga, I used to fuck with Anna Hood, let me drownin' Went to jail, I didn't even have a bond, I gave 'em thousands Bein' bitchin' over pics, I like that shit was childish Front of homes and trial days, night and day, that shit be crowded Post the guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowers Niggas run away to show they fake them niggas sour

This call is from a federal prison we have we got a Studio we in his bumper getting to a boy. We put a roll out. I got everything. She should feel good, bro I know y'all putting better changes on that shit. So I know

This how I was raised, so tell your parents I'm not violent This how I was raised, I'm from the trenches, I can't hide it I'm so sorry I can't hide it

This is a prepaid call from Who you depend on If you need something who can you bend on? Ask your b*tch if she really put her b*tch in the friendzone Came from nothing, ate on nothing, had none to put my grits on Run it up, I'm from the mud, I really watched the Flintstone Fortnite, put the card down to get the skins on A zimpy shot to a tummy tuck to put her pants on

Show me love, I know what it was, I gotta reinsure Try to get her up to take some drugs, she like to keep it pure We can't speak on what we did in Vegas, gotta leave it here Set a titty small, but one surgery, make 'em reappear I'm sick and tired of love songs, I flood out with diamonds Leash in there with hoods on, I like to shop in private Bombs your merry trip, I'm in Dubai, I'm on an island You get what you want if you just take a assignment

My heart was poundin', as crazy as it soundin' Nigga, I used to fuck with Anna Hood, let me drownin' Went to jail, I didn't even have a bond, I gave 'em thousands Bein' bitchin' over pics, I like that shit was childish Front of homes and trial days, night and day, that shit be crowded Post the guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowers Niggas run away to show they fake them niggas sour

This call is from a federal prison we have we got a Studio we in his bumper getting to a boy. We put a roll out. I got everything. She should feel good, bro I know y'all putting better changes on that shit. So I know