The Voice – Lil Durk
Singer | Lil Durk |
Music | Lil Durk |
The Voice Lyrics
Turn me up, Josh
I was goin’ through that pain alone
I was goin’ through that phase alone
We all change, you say I change along
Sleepless nights, barely changin’ clothes
You know damn right you was wrong
I was tired, they didn’t realize
Ceratin vibes, it don’t feel right
Plenty nights got me traumatized
Why they lie? I do love my guys
You lookin’ crazy, know the trenches raised me
I’m Durkio, without Chicago, Jay Z
And I was scared how that money made me
I caught the vibe and they was lookin’ crazy
Money ran low right, felons can’t vote, right?
I can’t even vote for who I believe in, shit ain’t goin’ right
I just dropped a tear inside the funeral, ain’t more right
And I nut on all the hoes I fuck, I blame the poor sight
Please don’t turn away from me
I got enough on my plate, tryna turn it away,
tryna turn it away
We can’t avoid selling sticks to my people
who ain’t believe in me
I was supported by the streets and them
people who ain’t believe in me
Quarantine, what? I’m just tryna make a buck
Talkin’ to my dawg, he be actin’ like he stuck
Favorite gun a Glock, it’s swept out with mop
Throw it in they face everytime I hold it up
Granny ain’t feelin’ too well
Shootout with the police, I ain’t goin’ to jail
How you actin’ off of a case,
you would know if you tell
I know a nigga from the hood,
he serve with no scale
Watch the bands, make a play,
I seen ’em score in the mail
Gave ’em thirty-nine years, I heard him cry in his cell
Even though I’m gettin’ big, I brought a mademoiselle
Took a picture on my block, think I’m back in the field
Please don’t turn away from me
I got enough on my plate, tryna turn it away,
tryna turn it away
We can’t avoid selling sticks to my people
who ain’t believe in me
I was supported by the streets and them people
who ain’t believe in me