Voices Neek Bucks (Ft. Stunna Gambino)

[Intro]
Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some-

[Verse 1: Neek Bucks]
I can count how many times a nigga shared for us
Nights we had to tote the pipe to strike that was the scariest, product of my area
Bro still on that time, he like yo shine, we make you ante up
It's like a nigga tryna talk to god but he ain't hearin' us
Seen too many things with these eyes
A good nigga then that .40 hit 'em multiple times, and then he die and now they gotta spin
That's just when the plot tickin'
Lot of homicide victims
Niggas start to politickin'
I feel like my time tickin'
I been on that block too long
Been feelin' tension from my opps too long
I smoked a homie before he did it, he was feelin' like that time too long
That's when you find out niggas not that strong
And then they crack wit' a feelin' when, you don't really know about 'em, but you still go about 'em, Grab the pole, throw about em
Niggas wasn't tryna give me shit, I brought my own hollows
And I gave these niggas too much love that was my old problem

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
I done gave these streets too much love that was my old problem
He ain't make it back home because that pole got 'em
Now he layin' on a sheet they took his soul out 'em
Live and die by the code that's how I go 'bout it
I could, I could feel it in the air
I could, I could, I could see it in yo stare
I know, I know, I know you don't really care
I know, I know that love ain't really there I know, I know