"The Voice 2" lyrics
Kwengface & George the Poet Lyrics
What you know about growin' up, not standin' out then blowin' up how you planned it out?
Green eye from the thugs and the manners now and you're the plug for the hammers now
And everywhere you're lookin' now, a hand is out, that's standin' out
You ain't got time to hang around, there's bare man that like to stand around, pocket watchin', waitin' on a man to drown
But that's the difference between man and child
As a child you embrace the pattern but a real man has to make shit happen
See, mandem get it twisted when you make it rappin'
When your name rings bells and your tape is slappin'
You know what comes with that paper stackin'? Paigons chattin'
Who you never put on, who you never brought in, talkin', everybody love talkin'
These times, who really put their all in? Who's up first every mornin'?
Last one to clock out, first man to call in, doin' up verse and performin'
Know how much curbs man's was walkin'? You know how much words man's recorded?
Not even on tracks, just the personal storage
Ain't shit livin' in my head rent free, man work for a mortgage
Yeah, and you know the hood still cruddy with the wickedness
Keep money for canteen and money for solicitors
You know how the govs move funny with the prisoners then try act all buddy with the visitors
Ain't shit sweet my nigga, none of it is licorice
These times, you got your own problems but they only check on a man every so often
And if you go with the better-off-alone option, man think you switched up 'cause your life so poppin'
Me and [?], man are on the road shottin' and the po-po's watchin'
Everybody's so boxed in tryna build suttin' from scratch on some Roblox ting
But so what, king? You got the roads locked in
Green eye from the thugs and the manners now and you're the plug for the hammers now
And everywhere you're lookin' now, a hand is out, that's standin' out
You ain't got time to hang around, there's bare man that like to stand around, pocket watchin', waitin' on a man to drown
But that's the difference between man and child
As a child you embrace the pattern but a real man has to make shit happen
See, mandem get it twisted when you make it rappin'
When your name rings bells and your tape is slappin'
You know what comes with that paper stackin'? Paigons chattin'
Who you never put on, who you never brought in, talkin', everybody love talkin'
These times, who really put their all in? Who's up first every mornin'?
Last one to clock out, first man to call in, doin' up verse and performin'
Know how much curbs man's was walkin'? You know how much words man's recorded?
Not even on tracks, just the personal storage
Ain't shit livin' in my head rent free, man work for a mortgage
Yeah, and you know the hood still cruddy with the wickedness
Keep money for canteen and money for solicitors
You know how the govs move funny with the prisoners then try act all buddy with the visitors
Ain't shit sweet my nigga, none of it is licorice
These times, you got your own problems but they only check on a man every so often
And if you go with the better-off-alone option, man think you switched up 'cause your life so poppin'
Me and [?], man are on the road shottin' and the po-po's watchin'
Everybody's so boxed in tryna build suttin' from scratch on some Roblox ting
But so what, king? You got the roads locked in
