Savya Worldwide - Vote 4 Bey

I don't have feelings, they feel me though, I'm slept on
I was just working jobs, while drug dealing, but I kept on
Swear to God, it's a homicide, no suicide
You can die the truth, with false pride, let you decide
Left the pawn shop, on payday, had to pay bills
My spirit low, getting junk mail, even with a deal
Heart filled with hate, take a Sunday to rob collection plates
I done did dirt, got people hurt, who had hell to pay
I'ma shoot it out, I ain't going back, fuck jail today
Even day ones viewed my success in a jealous way
I'm losing faith in this application and resume And I'm God sent, so my mind made, no Need to pray
Chasing presidents, never saw a poll on Election Day
That money talks, gees move in silence, can't even say
You was sworn in, I was born in and that's on the gang
I don't got to speak, I am the truth, better vote for Bey

Big spender
I can fill my agenda
Gone til November
Ain't a real nigga roun' y'all or in ya'
War heroes
Credit, score, zeroes
Life story, let the b roll
But since we here now, let the streets vote

Written by:
Melvyn Felton II

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