Voice of the streets Lyrics

They want Nikque to be

The voice of the streets

Voice of the homeless

Ordained by god it wasn't

By me

Hand do the motion

Only time ima be on my knees

Is when we talking

As a man I gotta stand on my feet

Know how I'm coming

Gotta stay 10 toes

For my kin folk

We don't bend fold

We don't slip

No

Keep the grip close

If he slip tho

He a sick soul

Rip for his folks

Nightmares over power

My dreams

This shit is hunting

Death been takin people

From me

Miss all my homies

Rip to Tyler and Keen

Henny we pouring

Craig showed me who

I could be

Was like a father

Aquarius is fit for a king

That's what's they call me

Peasants finna bow at my feet

Walk where you walking

Tell who I gotta defeat

I tomahawks em

8 then we times it by 3

We yelling Kobe

Watch my momma struggle to feed

That shit was crazy

Whippin up the franks

With beans

We ate it daily

Know my momma cried in them

Sheets

Public she braved it

Now my momma live like

A queen

Mama done made it

Pregnant she she a late

17

Her first born baby

Diamonds shine In dimmest

Of beams

Stevie can notice

Foreign thing it's from overseas

White like that potent

Tinted so you can not see

Me

Know who I'm quotin

Gotta stay 10 toes

For my kin folk

We don't bend fold

We don't slip

No

Keep the grip close

If he slip tho

He a sick soul

R.I.p for his folks

Lava cake n toe

Roll my weed

This shit is Potent

Wok gonna put

Me sleep

2 Cups I'm pourin

Bitches speaking bad on my

Name

Watch how you talking

Niggas claim they god love

For me

My brain say caution

Gotta stay 10 toes

For my kin folk

We don't bend fold

We don't slip

No

Keep the grip close

If he slip tho

He a sick soul

R.I.p for his folks

Nikque