text: Voice Of The Streets Freestyle Lyrics
  Yo, One
  Shoutout Kenny
  Roll up, yo, yo
  Feds done run up in the trap
  Tryna find where this two in the blues
  If my young boy aint bank
  Wouldve been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces
  Remember little bro lost that pack
  Didnt make him pay cah I love my juvie
  And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot
  Still catch me in the back on the dance
  One leanin with all those groupies
  The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity
  We make a whole load of smoothies
  Copped a new one, extended clip
  We make a whole load of movies
  Pull up on plan, jump out gang
  Ready or not like the fugees
  Catch me in the back on the dance
  One leanin with all those groupies
  The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity
  We make a whole load of smoothies
  Copped a new one with extended-
  We can make a whole load of movies
  Pull up on plan, jump out gang
  Ready or not like
  Ready or not, here I come, you cant hide
  Were gonna find you
  I heard shh-shh got bored up times two
  Real drillers, not ones nothin like you
  Freedom all alone
  Cant take off this bally, its vital
  Spinners and nines too
  Free smoke for all of my rivals
  This beef stays fried like Thai food
  I can do anything I put my mind to
  And count yourself lucky if you aint on a t-shirt
  Cah we tried too
  Old school like vinyl
  Still got a T house to take this nine too
  Give me an opp block to take this nine too
  Bring it to a opp boy, viral
  And if me and Frog go steppin on smoke
  Thats a bloody sidewalk
  One, ay, yo
  I couldnt watched telly on block
  Im seeing armed jakes at stupid oclock
  They couldnt care less if Im ready or not
  They ask 
  Touch road, Im still setting up shop
  Cheddar on me for some bootings and drugs
  And I still want to spend on a-
  Money cant be a delicate topic
  Yo, Feds constantly run in the-
  Im tryna get me on the Forbes list
  Still pull up on plan and that wont change
  Were drillers and trappers
  And dem man there aint really living
  Theyre putting it on, theyre living it backwards
  Feds done run up in the trap
  Tryna find where this two in the blues
  If my young boy aint bank
  Wouldve been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces
  Remember when little bro lost that pack
  Didnt make him pay cah I love my juvie
  And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot
  Still catch me in the back on the dance
  One leanin with all those groupies
  The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity
  We make a whole load of smoothies
  Copped a new one, extended clip
  We make a whole load of movies
  Pull up on plan, jump out gang
  Ready or not like the fugeesEmbed