Voice of the Streets lyrics

[Verse 1]
Get the drop, I'm flying there
And you know they're dying there
They took my n*gga's soul out his body and left him lying there
Jail burned my Amir's, I caught him running up the stairs
These n*ggas snitching, no one cares
Young boy, can't do all them years
It ain't too much to chat about cah all I did were trap it out
He were talking on my name, he ran off when I backed it out
Caught him in his back, in his face so I'm happy now
I did like a five in there, they're just p*ssed I'm back about
G I used to f*ck my re-up till I stacked a hundred G up
Used to be a clacker too and I used to throw my C up
Now all I talk about is bottom and the tops
And you know that I ain't f*cking with the opps
I know they're staring at the diamonds in my watch
And with this tennis and my pinky, that's a fifty
And if I go then all my people dem gon' miss me
And I been the one putting on for my city
And now it's '23, I don't see nothing but jealousy
I trap but this rap's my therapy
Me and her got chemistry, we just pouring up Hennessy
She don't care bout my felonies, she get drops on my enemies
I came too far to turn back, for that b*tch I'll burn that
Loyalty you earn that, they fire then I burn back
I keep pushing, I told my people "I'm gon' be suttin"
I'm just tryna buy another crib when that P come in
Real rapper, you know I'm a real trapper
They heard my verse on Rimzee's tape and said I still matter
It's still bottom and the tops, I ain't f*cking with the opps
I'm waiting for my drops, I hear they're waiting by the shops
They love the way I rap on beats and they know I got that heat
I'm the voice of the streets and I give my youngers eats
I'm still in and out the T, all I think about's the re
It's mad I used to tick a Z, now I'm brucking down a ki
Just tryna do this rap but they love it cah I trap
I'll put your life on my wrist and my city on the map
And they just let me free again
I can't let them take me back becah my little girl's getting grown
Can't be knowing none of that
Free my guys in prison, caught a bird cah they didn't listen
Gotta do a twenty till they're home and sh*t's just different
When we talking on the phone, he tells me "Keep this sh*t consistent"
Cah he locked up in the system, with my life it could be different
Treating rapping like I'm trapping, tell you people tap in
All these bruddas capping, when I pull up they just snapping
Born poor but I'ma die rich, G I'm on some fly sh*t
I don't need no stylist, my ussy ain't got mileage
Neck and wrist like three bricks, I'm fly like a G6
Had to get this sh*t myself cah they didn't wanna see me rich
Head weren't really in the rhyming, all I thought about was grinding
That pressure built diamonds, all that pain made me violent
Running from these sirens, I don't care bout a come-up
Cah you dead if I pull up and I come with my gun up
Put my all into this Rex, all you thought about was sex
All these diamonds on my neck, now they're saying I'm up next
[Verse 2]
That money ain't gon' wait for you my G, you gotta get that
And they gonna respect that
Cah G I came from nothing, caught a bird and then got sent back
They gave me IPP, that were a death trap
I came home and watch how serious I take rap
Feel my presence, they were tryna rub me out but share my blessings
I ain't written in a second
Had to focus on me, this trapping gave me indigestion
They don't know my pain, too much for my brain
Tried to draw me out, I left him dead on the mains
They sent me jail, I did a five for the case
I were sixteen, came home with a beard on my face
Mother tried her best but these streets I was raised
Touch one hair on my head, I'm gon' reach for my waist
I ain't even thinking bout beating the case
The way I jumped out and let the ting beat in his face
n*gga I don't need a reason, hustle every season
Putting down them racks for my financial freedom
So I can wake up and just do as I please and
Allow the road cah I been out here like a demon
My mama know I'm trapping, said I should be rapping
See this life different when you see a hundred stacking
I never had a grand, I paid that for these shoes I trap in
This Ramadan I missed a hella prayers and I weren't fasting
Forgiveness what I'm asking, I know that I ain't perfect
It's crazy in the dunya then you die and it ain't worth it
Everyday I wake up to hit the block and just work it
And G I'm hitting every spot, coming like a circuit
But I hate this f*ckery, doubt when they trust me
When I do, make sure you tell 'em no one buss me
Seen some n*ggas get it and just lose it all for pus*y
And try bounce back and just get treated like Dutchy