Gabe Dodd, Tru Vava, Jayso - Voices in My Head Lyrics

Got these voices in my head, that I need to pray to God about
Got sick and tired working minimum wage so I had to change the route
DBE that's my label, not selling my soul for nun
Jan 23 a star was born, momma knew I was gonna be sum
They don't know what I've been through, they claim I don't have a heart
Can't be trust nun of you niggas, y'all not loyal from the start
They claim they tough but don't throw no hands up, nigga you a pussy
Me and dawgs, we in the booth flaming all woodies
Working hard to see my vision, make more than 6 figures
Make sure my family good, sell out shows n arenas
Flashbacks on them times i wish I had them old days back
Cookouts and family gatherings, Auntie playing stepping tracks
Me and my cousins walk the block, we be balling in the park
Just talk to Cuzin maine, had a convo that really touch the heart
That's my blood frfr even on days we don't speak
Mekayla she's the realist, Jordan stay spitting heat

Sit n thinkin while
I relax n I load up my pistol
Broken promises
Wen u claim it's beef I'm finna getchu
I pray from time to time
But we all shooters wats da issue
I put pain threw out des lines
Bro Bro it's finna hitchu
Tryna be a better me
But da evil gate always be open
You call it blessings but many
Blessings is wat Im hopin
Can't Neva find no peace
Threw out des streets it's always goin
Ain't Neva sipped a potion
Folks got shot now it's commotion
Bread fallin down somehow dat shit
Found me Fell on my head
Bad reputation demon makin
Hope he understand
Do everything I can make my bread
Den do it again
Bend da block after I just got done
Bendin da block again
Talk bout business
Den Im hype cause I got bread to spend
Me n cuzzo hit da plug wit pipes
Want 5 clips dat extend
Want god to forgive me everyday
But everyday I sin
Take da clip out put it bac in
Now it got 30 sins

I remember me & you was at them family gatherings
Them days done passed away now that shit never happen
Everybody took they routes the circle stay subtracting
He feel alone his feelings gone and he had never found em
He paranoid so you be lucky just to be around em
Keep havin mg dreams about him dying he quick to watch surroundings
You play w his he take It serious he aint gone let It happen
At this point he just want peace he seperate from madness
His cousin like them glocks a lil 45 bought
Tryn convince em not to do none risking getting caught
Sometimes It work sometimes It dont he dont be tryna talk
Good Intentions out the window when you pissed off
Niggas switching they be quick to get that criss cross
If he with you and then he trust you aint no snake thought
He being patient he preparing for that liftoff
We gone be rich aint gone worried bout no typa cost