Void

Lyrics
[Intro] MTM, hit 'em with the heat [Chorus] Alive but not livin' (Yuh), I'm tryna get with it (Yuh) The size of my dick (Yuh) is not risin', I'm thinkin' (Ayy) Of findin' new women (Ayy), the void that I'm fillin' (Yuh) The gaps that I'm bridgin' (Yuh, yuh), the pistol I'm grippin' (Bitch) Got me thinking 'bout the old times (Old times) How many rappers need a co-sign (Co-sign) Twenty-four-seven, I was always on the frontline (Yuh, yuh) Underground Underdog, cannot be confined (Yuh, yuh, bitch) Alive but not livin' (Yuh), I'm tryna get with it (Yuh) The size of my dick (Yuh) is not risin', I'm thinkin' (Ayy) Of findin' new women (Ayy), the void that I'm fillin' (Yuh) The gaps that I'm bridgin' (Yuh, yuh), the pistol I'm grippin' (Bitch) Got me thinking 'bout the old times (Old times) How many rappers need a co-sign (Co-sign) Twenty-four-seven, I was always on the frontline (Yuh, yuh) Underground Underdog, cannot be confined (Yuh, yuh) [Verse 1] Sit back, relax in the black Cadillac on them twenty-twos Screaming, "Fuck you" out the window To the people I don't fuck with, the same hoes I grew up with That never wanted to suck dick Now they want me to cuff 'em, stuff 'em with a combustion Back in the day, ho, you was so reluctant Now you lookin' at me like you lookin' at your husband, yuh, yuh Ayy, why you switching up? You said you was never the one for me Had me runnin' in circles and chasin' the cat I see how the tables have turned now I got that cat on my lap Hate me, love me, don't say you know me (Yuh) The money make me feel less lonely (Yuh) The women make me feel so phony (Yuh) My own homies wanna bust my dome piece (Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy) [Chorus] Alive but not livin' (Yuh), I'm tryna get with it (Yuh) The size of my dick (Yuh) is not risin', I'm thinkin' (Ayy) Of findin' new women (Ayy), the void that I'm fillin' (Yuh) The gaps that I'm bridgin' (Yuh, yuh), the pistol I'm grippin' (Bitch) Got me thinking 'bout the old times (Old times) How many rappers need a co-sign (Co-sign) Twenty-four-seven, I was always on the frontline (Yuh, yuh) Underground Underdog, cannot be confined (Yuh, yuh, bitch) Alive but not livin' (Yuh), I'm tryna get with it (Yuh) The size of my dick (Yuh) is not risin', I'm thinkin' (Ayy) Of findin' new women (Ayy), the void that I'm fillin' (Yuh) The gaps that I'm bridgin' (Yuh, yuh), the pistol I'm grippin' (Bitch) Got me thinking 'bout the old times (Old times) How many rappers need a co-sign (Co-sign) Twenty-four-seven, I was always on the frontline (Yuh, yuh) Underground Underdog, cannot be confined (Yuh, yuh) [Verse 2] I know you maintainin', baby You run around and drive me crazy Late nights, you my Chelsea lately Never will I bend, never will you break me And the Smith & Wesson always stainless One shot and I'll fall to the pavement Let my brain fall flat by the bayside Homicide won't find me 'til the daylight When the right time comes, grab me from behind I hope I fuckin' struggle while you sucking out the life from me Is this what you wanted when I'm finally gone? From this moment, will you become proud of me? [Bridge] 'Cause I can't be myself if you don't want me to be And I can't stand myself if you can't understand me [Chorus] Alive but not livin' (Yuh), I'm tryna get with it (Yuh) The size of my dick (Yuh) is not risin', I'm thinkin' (Ayy) Of findin' new women (Ayy), the void that I'm fillin' (Yuh) The gaps that I'm bridgin' (Yuh, yuh), the pistol I'm grippin' (Bitch) Got me thinking 'bout the old times (Old times) How many rappers need a co-sign (Co-sign) Twenty-four-seven, I was always on the frontline (Yuh, yuh) Underground Underdog, cannot be confined (Yuh, yuh, bitch) Alive but not livin' (Yuh), I'm tryna get with it (Yuh) The size of my dick (Yuh) is not risin', I'm thinkin' (Ayy) Of findin' new women (Ayy), the void that I'm fillin' (Yuh) The gaps that I'm bridgin' (Yuh, yuh), the pistol I'm grippin' (Bitch) Got me thinking 'bout the old times (Old times) How many rappers need a co-sign (Co-sign) Twenty-four-seven, I was always on the frontline (Yuh, yuh) Underground Underdog, cannot be confined (Yuh, yuh, bitch)
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Credits
- Writers
- Pouya
- Mikey the Magician