Voices In My Head

Like Haitian Gotti Like that yeah Yeah I ain't finna lie, I'm hurting But I ain't finna cry on purpose I ain't finna lie I'm hurting, but I ain't finna cry on purpose I just want that bag, I'm on your ass, 'cause if it's mines I earned it I just wanna take care of my mom, I know she tired of working Voices in my head, they gon leave me dead Keep telling me go and rob the nigga Huh I'ma go put one in the head, and I'ma run down with that fire Keep telling me to go up the road Huh But bitch I'm all my momma got, and I ain't tryna see her cry He from Florida but he selling snow, Burr He don't got a job, but he got that work If a nigga play, put him in the dirt Voices in my head, they gon leave me dead Every day I wake up hard (Everyday) Every day I'm going hard (Everyday) Every day I'm solo dolo, bitch I done got too many scars (Every day) And I gotta talk to God (Got to) And I gotta keep that Rod Man I watch these niggas change on me, man that shit is so bizarre I just want them bands enormous (I do), tryna put my family touring But I got voices in my head just like I'm god damn Randy Orton Fell in love with making money, I don't need no bitch, they can be boring (Need no bitch) Fell in with this AR-15, and my god damn dirty 40 I can't kick it with you (Why not?) This right here a punt fake (Woo) Dancing with Devil, nigga I don't like to dance (I don't) 4-4-4 the dumb way Shoot em on Monday I been out here chasing dough, and all these pussy nigga cupcake I ain't finna lie I'm hurting, but I ain't finna cry on purpose I just want that bag, I'm on your ass, 'cause if it's mines I earned it I just wanna take care of my mom, I know she tired of working Voices in my head, they gon leave me dead Keep telling me go and rob the nigga Huh I'ma go put one in the head, and I'ma run down with that fire Keep telling me to go up the road Huh But bitch I'm all my momma got, and I ain't tryna see her cry He from Florida but he selling snow, Burr He don't got a job, but he got that work If a nigga play, put him in the dirt Voices in my head, they gon leave me dead Fell in with this AR-15, and my god damn dirty 40 And I gotta talk to God