Song: Grown Man Voice
Year: 2021
Viewed: 39 - Published at: 8 years ago

[Intro]
Southside loving the crew, every time we come through
Eastside niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through
Westside niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through
Northside niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through (Yeah, fuck with me, ay)

[Verse 1: McKinley Dixon]
Yeah, baby girl
I know that shit's bright
But, it's a picture Nana
Please look at the light
For me
You don’t know what this wasteland really mean to me
Make me wonder if hell contain a pretty scenery, shit
These stories, nigga, feeling Aesop
Got the whole street yelling
When a nigga run from cops
Every fence getting hopped
Celebration don’t stop
Hoping they never take our feet away
And the connection, it never gets severed
Told Grams I'ma try my hardest make her live forever
It ain't work, a nigga blasting
All my work is everlasting
What's ya worth, they finna ask it
Why you layin' in a casket, little man?
Just because you think you grown now
Means even more
Watch ya motherfucking tone now when you talk to me
We ain't friends, I ain’t playing
Baby boy, look in the mirror
Start to wobble in his chain humming
[Chorus: McKinley Dixon]
The love ain't scarce and we ain’t scared
Love ain't scarce and we ain't scared
Got so much family in here
Love ain’t scarce, nigga, we ain't scared
The love ain't scarce, and we ain’t scared
Love ain't scarce and we ain't scared
So much family in here
The love ain’t scarce, nigga, we ain't scared

[Verse 2: Micah James]
Lightskin nigga
Take the bass and the baritone
Down type frightened
You can tell by the pheromones
Chip on ya shoulder, color of a waffle cone
Can't leave the house without being doused in copper tone
Enlightened like skin brightening cream
Y’all better stop
Pull back the rubber band on good hair and let it pop
Nightmares, not dreams of things I regret a lot
But fuck e'rybody
I’m the king, like Coretta Scott
I don’t struggle with humility and grace
I move with impunity, vanish without a trace
Colorism is just another -ism to keep us lost
But, as a child it was some shit that I’d reinforce (oh no)
Didn’t know how to properly acknowledge my benefit
Acting all innocent
Heavenly angel with the halo was bent and dented in
With the lights dimmered
Damn no pun intended
Man I’ve been a trifling nigga
Maybe that's why I spent a grip on all types of liquors
Prolly not, just some unrelated poppy cock
Poetry is life
This shit is not a hobby, ahk
World to all them idealistic suckers at the coffee shop
[Verse 3: Jah Monte]
I’m mourning time
Tell my bitch that we got morning time
On it until the morning time, she got that Florida shine
Laid back and she pouring wine
Hit you with the .30, never cross me like borderlines
Mami know papi the man though
Spent hands on, for niggas before the 'gram
I been grinding since yo grandma been cooking ham
Shoot you like series or something
Put you on cam
I’m the man on camera bitches is bowing
Keep the money in the family like Italians
Hit his ass a thousand times, niggas be wylin'
She ask me how I feel
I’m tryna see a money mountain
Bitch I’m ballin, I’m up a hundred and counting
She wanna fuck with the youth and she found the fountain
What's the foundation?
Told her have some pounds waiting
You just at a sound station, oh you sound basic

[Bridge: McKinley]
I pray to God that I don’t pray for kids
I pray to God that I don’t pray for kids
I pray to God that I don’t pray for kids
I pray to God that I don’t pray for kids
I pray to God that I don’t pray for lil niggas with halos
Hope that pistol knows pathos
Logos etched they halo
Don’t move until they say so
Saying in this case
Lay low, cool!
[Verse 4: Pink Siifu]
Be cool
Be cool
Barbershop talking shit
Hard to walk a mile in 'em
These shoes, size 10
From the hood, we know sizing
Still finding a ways
We keep fighting
Stack remind me, I need to save
Take care of fam, bring old age
I’m an old me
Fave dance was the old man
Oh wait, shit
Used to love to shoot pool with my old man
Can’t push a rope
That's word to my old man
Let it sit
Pops chill
Let it sit
Tryna get a magnum
All chill, all about action
Saw all these factors
Gimme clean captions
Look how it snapped him
The god slapped him
Heat bring traction
[?]
Free like matter
Black the only chapter

( McKinley Dixon )
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