The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
Feel like I saved the streets
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

My celly was twenty-three but he got ninety-six
And he ain't even get caught for no murder, he was just movin' bricks
And he be tryna talk to the female pilot whenever I'm on a jet
He told me his best friend told on him but I ain't wanna hear the rest
See the one that killed my blood, laying in blood, I can rest
And I woke up in my feelings, feel like I drunk a pint of stress
And I woke up and I slapped her shit, I blamed it on Tourette's
And I love her ass to death, I hold my breath so I can't flex

The Voice
The Voice
The Voice
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice

I was devastated
Spot 'em, got 'em whenever I see him, this shit ain't premeditated
Fell like with Wook, I say I dislike him but I'll never hate him
We locked back in, we fell out zero, Jayson Tatum
It's been a long, long time, been a long time since I seen her
Talkin' 'bout my daughter, not a bitch 'cause it don't mean nothin'
Gotta count my blessings, that's good karma like I ain't see it coming
Gang fights in school, I still salute like I ain't see you runnin'
And there I watch you starvin', low income, low-key apartment
I'm in abandoned apartment, Glock with a switch when I aim at a target
All of my diamonds flawless, I'm the voice, honest
(Mixed up in violence) I'm just being honest

The Voice
The Voice
The Voice
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice

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Writer(s): Durk Banks, Trenton Turner