Voices

(Drvmlord)

Dark-ass room, you know it's a yelling

Fuckin' with my brain

Yeah, it's close, you heard?

Fuck

Uh, I can't shake this shit

Happy than a MF

Voices

Shake, shake

I hear voices, it say, "I don't know how we found you"

How you here? You was selling nickel bags back in school

Is it true that you prayed dude ain't pass ICU?

Was it you? Did you call the shots? Is all them rumors true?

Dark-ass room, I ain't get no sleep

Strugglin', hustlin', roamin' the street

I make a way for my family to eat, so I'd be weak if I leave on a tee

Come with drugs, I got dirty P

Fallin' in love ain't working for me

These hoes scrubs, I'm feedin' 'em meat

Puttin' dick in they guts at the Airbnb

Washing these blood stains out with bleach (Bleach)

RPG rounds on the side of my feet (Feet)

Me and these voices, just them and me

Sayin', "I don't know why we gotta read" (Why we gotta read)

Reapin' and purgin', keep it a secret

Wish I could tell you what I done seen

Man, I don't know why I'm in these streets

Fuck, why these voices keep fucking with me?

Damn

Fuck

Wish I could tell you

I don't know

Why I'm here

Wish I could tell you

Ayy, why they be playing like Fizzle won't kill them?

His brothers on side, but he strapped in the middle

Them dogs, the way, I should've been in the kennel

Old roguish young **** worth like eight figures

You send 'em myself, then just get 'em delivered

These **** pump-fakin', they talking to pillow

I ain't doing no fakin', I'm rolling with killers

You flexing, I'll take the flash out for that skrilla

Wanna clout chase? We layin' on ****

Tired, boy, I ain't playing with ****

Hop out that bitch and free-band a ****

Need a handgun fan, we fanning ****

Trick 'em like pick up that can and he on location, that shit was fancy, killed him

Damn, these voices be scarin' a **** like a bitch out the West, he ain't got no filter

I don't know (I don't know) what you want (What you want)

Or why you here (Or why you here), but can you go? (Go?)

I want P's (I want P's), leave me 'lone

I cook beef (I cook beef) on the stove

Tell 'em, "Go", they call my phone (Phone)

Don't ask me 'bout it 'cause I don't know

Wish I could tell you