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DIVINE

Voice Of The Streets

 

Voice Of The Streets


Five Nine
JB
Look I was raised in the gutta
Raised a single mother
Don't fuck with my money
I know what is hunger
Friends switching like numbers
My third eye open
Till I see my maker
Imma ride till the road end
Everybody dies, But not everybody lives (Haan)
A lot of them to take, But not everybody gives (Haan)
Life goes on many days for the days
And I hit where it hurts boy, don't fuck with the kid
Imma soldier! (soldier)
My hearts' turned colder
Dark thoughts runnin
My mind's never sober
I told ya nuthin but God is love
Tryna get out this dirt fore I turn to dust
Got this game on
Lock boy, cobra clutch
Fuck around I leave you red like a local bus
Flow is, heroin, cocaine, vocal touch
Yes you know the team, but you don't roll with us

Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee (Like a bee)
Light us up
I'm the voice of the streets
You can take away my soul and put me to sleep
Hallelujah! Only truth I will seek, I say
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee (Like a bee)
Light us up
I'm the voice of the streets
You can take away my soul and put me to sleep
Hallelujah! Only truth I will seek

I'm the voice of the streets, till they put me beneath
Hallelujah! Only truth I will seek

Nah little homie you really wouldn't walk this plank
You can lift it and dump, like some garbage can
Choke his glands, If he try stunts like Jackie Chan
All they be out here like traffic jam
Never slippin fam
My click rolls proper (proper)
Slumdogs, we even made it to the Oscars
Five Nine, we them boys from the nakkas
I'm sick from the land of the doctors
Fuck Rap boy
We really live this shit
I break bread with the boys I get hungry with
Money whips
Hungry kids
Life is a funny bitch
Money switch best friends to enemies
When I die, I hope they remember me
Pretty boy, riding wild in these ugly streets

Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee (Like a bee)
Light us up
I'm the voice of the streets
You can take away my soul and put me to sleep
Hallelujah! Only truth I will seek, I say
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee (Like a bee)
Light us up
I'm the voice of the streets
You can take away my soul and put me to sleep
Hallelujah! Only truth I will seek

Only truth I will seek
Only truth I will seek (truth I will seek)

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