GR33DY - VØÎÇĒŚ ÎŃ MŸ HĒÅD

I'm hearin' voices in my head, I think it be dead presidents
Stack alota heads, So much money think it's evidence
I get a lot of bread, I went ghost & got my revenue
Like I came back from the dead, Can't catch up I'm way ahead of you
Like I flew in on a jet, I can show you what a bird will do
Just give me a Pyrex, Your emotions only hurting you
Fill em' up with lead, Pull up on you & we purgin' you
These voices in my head, Say let's paint the city red
Real life hitta', Never bring a knife to a gunfight nigga (gun fight)
Gambling at night keep a 4-5 witcha'
Even if you gamble with your life pay me on site nigga
His alibi ain't pickup, He can't shake him so he froze up
Calamari dinner's got her bougie, Toot her nose up
Dirty my two liter, I ain't sharing get your own cup
Ice straight out the freezer diamond, diamonds sharper than a Kold Kut
Came from out the trenches stealing cars and jumpin' fences, yeah
Came from serving chickens totin' rods and counting digits, yeah
They like boy you different now, I say "I'm just me"
I just hope that they can hear me now, I been tryna speak
(I'm hearin' voices in my head) I think it be dead presidents
Stack a lot of heads, So much money think its evidence
I get a lot of bread, I went ghost & got my revenue
Like I came back from the dead, Can't catch up I'm way ahead of you
Like I flew in on a jet, I can show you what a bird will do
Just give me a Pyrex, Your emotions only hurting you
Fill em' up with lead, Pull up on you and we purgin' you
These voices in my head Say let's paint the city red
(voices in my head)
Lately ain't been having no forgiveness, The chopper go ballistic
My roster almost empty, They paint me like a villain
They hatin' I can feel it, They fake and I'm authentic

Written by:
Michael Jones

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