Voices in My Head (feat. Tru Vava & Jayso)

Got these voices in my head, that I need to pray to God about Got sick and tired working minimum wage so I had to change the route DBE that's my label, not selling my soul for nun Jan 23 a star was born, momma knew I was gonna be sum They don't know what I've been through, they claim I don't have a heart Can't be trust nun of you niggas, y'all not loyal from the start They claim they tough but don't throw no hands up, nigga you a pussy Me and dawgs, we in the booth flaming all woodies Working hard to see my vision, make more than 6 figures Make sure my family good, sell out shows n arenas Flashbacks on them times i wish I had them old days back Cookouts and family gatherings, Auntie playing stepping tracks Me and my cousins walk the block, we be balling in the park Just talk to Cuzin maine, had a convo that really touch the heart That's my blood frfr even on days we don't speak Mekayla she's the realist, Jordan stay spitting heat Sit n thinkin while I relax n I load up my pistol Broken promises Wen u claim it's beef I'm finna getchu I pray from time to time But we all shooters wats da issue I put pain threw out des lines Bro Bro it's finna hitchu Tryna be a better me But da evil gate always be open You call it blessings but many Blessings is wat Im hopin Can't Neva find no peace Threw out des streets it's always goin Ain't Neva sipped a potion Folks got shot now it's commotion Bread fallin down somehow dat shit Found me Fell on my head Bad reputation demon makin Hope he understand Do everything I can make my bread Den do it again Bend da block after I just got done Bendin da block again Talk bout business Den Im hype cause I got bread to spend Me n cuzzo hit da plug wit pipes Want 5 clips dat extend Want god to forgive me everyday But everyday I sin Take da clip out put it bac in Now it got 30 sins I remember me & you was at them family gatherings Them days done passed away now that shit never happen Everybody took they routes the circle stay subtracting He feel alone his feelings gone and he had never found em He paranoid so you be lucky just to be around em Keep havin mg dreams about him dying he quick to watch surroundings You play w his he take It serious he aint gone let It happen At this point he just want peace he seperate from madness His cousin like them glocks a lil 45 bought Tryn convince em not to do none risking getting caught Sometimes It work sometimes It dont he dont be tryna talk Good Intentions out the window when you pissed off Niggas switching they be quick to get that criss cross If he with you and then he trust you aint no snake thought He being patient he preparing for that liftoff We gone be rich aint gone worried bout no typa cost