The Voice (Freestyle)

I was selling all them pints alone Talking on the jail phone To my lil brother he ain't call me I still paid his bond 10k it was nothing He hadda make it home and if I didn't no one woulda I knew that was wrong I been crossed and they just realizing Real eyes come from those who still try I realized the real lies got me by Real ties if a nigga play he dying I walked up in that club and then they played me I'm from DC but a Virginia baby They supporting rats but it don't phase me I hate they playing rats so ima make Virginia hate me Money was the goal right Fuckin’ on these hoes right I cant even trust a bitch no more something aint going right My nigga told right See 12 get low right Cause Nowadays they killing kids that tossed they pole right Please don't think I'm sweet Tracer rounds no beam I fucked it up with these pretty little sluts But I was stuck thinking I aint gave enough But you cant force it you don't want her cut her out Talking on Rob's late folks told that bitch shut her mouth Shoot it first I aint going to hell Police behind me speed it up cause I aint going to jail and Its coming on the PJ I don't take risks in the mail And I thought he had some heart it hurt to see he was frail 20 racks this month I put the opps right through hell Spinning on same the block we don't got any chill I just met Whew but that's my brudda might take a trip ATL I can make it off the music but the trap pay too well Please don't think I'm sweet Tracer rounds no beam