The Voice - NorthSideBenji, Vory

I just lost my dawg to the streets, no, I can’t shed no tear

I lost it all just to be right here (Nah, for real, yeah)

I just lost my brother to the streets, don’t know what happened

I ain’t lookin' for peace, I want that action

I need 'bout fifty-thousand dollars worth of static

Fully automatic, really livin' tragic

And I’m really in the streets, came up off tragedy

When you get left inside your sleep for all that agi'

Swerve

Bottles comin' in inside my section

Money comin' in, no second guess

Got a Goyard bag for the ladies

Gotta stack all this paper up for my bredrens

Gotta stack all this paper up for his child

And if they ever kill me then I’m goin' out in style

I just did a few for you, Hou, go and check the dial

I really miss my niggas, fuck this rappin' shit

I’m just tryna see how much the stacks I get

I been gone for a minute, I’ll be back again

When they took my dawg, didn’t want to rap again

All this fentanyl, you wouldn’t have trapped again

Knock up at the door, this just is paranoia

The fed’s up on the phone, them niggas lookin' for you

I be in L.A. with the machine, gettin' litty

'Course I had a choice, I chose to leave by my city

But when I get back, it’s Rolls-Royce for my city

God just called my phone, said I’m the voice of my city