Voices in my Head Lyrics

Belaire brut in my bottle got purple runtz in a wood

Born and raised in the streets lil bitch I come from the hood

Don't fuck wit too many niggas cause all money ain't good

You gotta stay out your feeling let's get that shit understood

Nigga just cause it glitter don't mean that shit made of gold

Keep your mind off these bitches don't waste yo time on these hoes

When it come to that paper, I get mine then I stroll

Nigga this life chose me this shit combined with my soul

I stay ten toes down and bitch I'm walking on each

Know some haitian niggas not too far from pampano beach

You think it's sweet they gone find yo ass in coconut creek

Fuck around find yo fuck ass floatin next week

Riding down memory lane don't usually roll up street

I be trapped in the moment , I sip slow and I think

I look back from these moments, all the goals that I've reached

Nigga silence is golden, I practice more than I preach

I Took a dive in the ocean and plus im going in deep

Catch me surfing the waters without a board underneath

You can tell how I hustle look at the soars on my feet

Can Catch me out in the field, I'm just absorbing the heat

Watchu need I can serve ya ass ya pound of that skunk.

Play wit me they gone find ya body lying in the trunk

Feed yo ass to the crocs, they'll love to have yo for lunch

Beggin you to come home they ain't gone find you for months

We was rolling up swishers, and them Garcia vegas

Hanging round wit some killas, on the block wit some playas

Selling rocks of that white shit look like the Himalayas

Duffles bags full of moneys that shit be coming in layers

Politicking wit alderman's smoking joints wit the mayor

I don't need to go to church to know the lord is our savior

I know what's on these bitches mind just call me Charles Xavier

All this money why these bitches got retard behavior