Too many (Uh-huh)

Too many voices in my life, I cannot hit you up

Too many voices in my life, I cannot hit you up (Yeah)

Too many voices in my life, I cannot hit you up

You don't want the best of me, I cannot talk to ya

Please stop talking to me, I need quiet

Please stop talking to me, I need quiet

I need quiet, I need quiet

I need quiet

Ayy, semi, nah, these automatics

You fuck with gang, we gon' do subtraction (Yes)

My shooters multiply, get to action

I'm on high alert, so I'm never lackin'

I was in the trenches, so I made it happen

Yeah, I made it happen off the littlest things (Of course)

Tired of **** just belittling me

I'm the big dog, you in the littlest league (For sure)

Kid, is you kidding me?

I can't hang around none of you enemies

I be sonnin' these rappers, they mini me's

We are not one in the same, we're not synonyms (Nope)

We're not similes, we are not alike

This a beatdown, this is not a fight (Get out)

Knockin' out his lights, knock him out, goodnight (Yes)

How many sounds? Should just turn to Alchemist

Y'all just had to bite (For sure)

Majin Buu, I'ma absorb all the smoke

Dance on your grave, I'ma hit me the folks

I electrified the game, uppin' the voltage

Bring in the gang, let's just hand me the votes (Okay)

If you wasn't gang, then we just code switch (Yeah)

I'ma go insane uppin' the poles (Yes)

Been aimin' at his brain, it's gettin' opened

I'ma put in pain, put in that work (For sure)

Hop in the mix

He want them hands, so I ball up my fist

Dealin' with haters, they all in my 6

Shawty keep stalkin' at all of my pics

Called up my phone 'cause she wanted some dick

Fans, they be crowdin' me just for a pic

Haters be plottin' on me for a lick

I'm gettin' lit off the motherfuckin' liq'

I'm 'bout to sit down (Yes)

Uppin' them choppas, you better go get down

Hate when I sample, I'm makin' these flips now

Labels keep callin' me up for a zip now

Brand new work phone all on my hip now

Mama keep sayin' she proud 'cause I'm him now

Real business on my phone, better sit down

New work that I put in with no discount (Let's go)

Whole lot of shit I ain't get, but I get now

Whole lot of reasons to crash out, list out

Being blunt, but ain't passin' a big cloud

Shit, I been way too depressed for a minute

So fuck makin' hits, I been lettin' out (Anger)

You come in touch with my brand, it's danger

Prepare for the hate, I ain't careful no more when I barely got faith

I done been kicked just 'cause I gave what it takes

No Audemars watch, said I shine on myself

But God got a time that I am not chasing

My mindset is dated, my life is amazing

The time, I'm the greatest

I'm fine on my side of the game, man, the money came in on numerical basis

She fair in the face with a spherical waist

Used to be humble, I'm airin' today

I got real in the circle, aware of the fakes

It's apparent I'm playin' parent today

I'ma carry the game like I'm carryin' a baby

But I'm droppin' this shit if I need to escape

I don't got time to be judged

I don't got time to ask if I'm leveling up when you never did something

You wonder how I achieved everything, all of these feats

I'm just too fucked up and angry and petty and bitter, so you and me really ain't different

But I turn my feelings to words and lyrics

I stay productive when I got a vengeance

I'm not fuckin' overthinking, but really you think that I made it to this bein' normal and peaceful and perfectly distant?

Just look at my skin if you ever try thinkin' that tryin' to do this wasn't a fence

Was was gettin' expense by the bitches who overly critical

Still ain't go back, it's a mission

I did it, I did it, I did it, now look where the fuck I am, don't need your opinion

So quiet yourself

I've just been findin' myself and I'm fine with myself

I'm takin' L's, but I got me the eye of the tiger, I learned how to climb out the well

Tryna be happy, I'm not no Pharrell

You hit me back, then it's gotta be Zelle

Brand new verse that I dropped in the mail

But don't get comfy, this shit can get worser than Hell

I ain't from NY, this ain't no word to my mother, it's word to myself and I'm workin' like hell

Was being unemployed puttin' in work, but this shit was not workin' itself

So I started a business, I did independent when I was just met with a smirk with no sales

But I put my head in a vison and now it's not perfect, but I guess I work for myself

So quiet yourself