No Hook

I hear voices. Yeah. I hear voices. Mr. Glocc. I hear voices. I voices. Yeah, camo AP, I'm a soldier. I got old money I ain't spent yet, these Niggas moldy. Yeah, I have my way around these Bitches, I'm havin' motion. Who the fuck you put up in this blunt? This shit smoky. Blue diamond chain on me, This shit match the ocean. Thirty in my size, 30 jeans with no holes In 'em. Eyes on the prize, yep, I'm tryna Stay focused. I'm livin' like a king, I'm not your local Joker. All about my bread, hell yeah, I keep that toasted. I be sippin' red and my lil' bitch sip Mimosa. I hop up out the bed, say a Prayer and count my dough up. Then hop up in my Lamborghini truck with the Doors up. Everybody know on me, BK, I don't get no fucked. Wagyu steaks up on my plate, I came a Long way from cold cuts. Niggas talkin' this and that and they don't even Know us. And bitches here clout chasin' for a Name, broke as fuck. If you came from nothin', put your Rollie on And hold it up. Paper Route hockey team, Don't know nobody cold as us. Cutthroat be the gang, that's word, I bang, nobody Fuckin' us. Real stand-up nigga, Don't see myself foldin' up. We turned dirt into diamonds and I'm tryna turn These bucks to dust. this money and these cars And clothes, that shit don't mean that much. Yep, I made a couple million plus then twist My fingers up. I don't give no fuck about No bitch, that pussy don't eat it up. Either way, I'ma get mine, I don't play. I rep the 5, not the 6, but I Still keep a Drac'. Got money all up on My mind, can't have no bitch in my face. Yeah, all I see is dollar signs and bitches On the side hatin'. I hear voices. Little bitch. I hear voices. cheerleader shit. That's how that shit... I mean, this how the shit... Yeah. Yeah.