Jae Millz - Hearing Voices (Pusha T diss) lyrics

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Jae Millz - Hearing Voices (Pusha T diss) lyrics

[Intro] That sh** sound good, n***a Millzy (Verse 1: Jae Millz) Money on my mind, f** the bullsh** My security is a full clip n***as talking slick, but their hearts are dry Wanna impress me send your enemy to the sky I'm tired of all these corny a** rappers So called trappers, telling their story backwards Talking all that white sh**, you ain't never had it Post office visits, only time you stamp the package Shame on me for yet to have an album in a wrapper But n***a shame on you for every album getting wacker Ain't you a dick rider, switch sider Certified click hoppa', still getting nada n***as cat fighting with the team on that sneak sh** Making diss records but keeping it secret Throwing darts like a b**h instead of bombing like a warrior Just let me know it's some p**y in all of y'all, what's up n***a [Hook x2] I'm hearing voices (hearing voices) Hearing voices (hearing voices) Hearing voices (hearing voices in my head) What they say? (go bomb on these n***as) Man something ain't right, f** is wrong with these n***as? [Verse 2: Jae Millz] s**a' a**, n***a Never moved a brick you old fronting a** n***a What happened to them chains, say something about that, n***a? You's a peon, pissed off cause we on Getting dead presidents and ain't no cleons But I heard your man talking to them people, n***a I heard a couple states got k**ers trying to see you, n***a Cut the bullsh** you came from a great home Never missed a meal and in your city; that is well known If you really had that work like you said you do When the Empire fell they would've came to get you But since your man sitting up and you out here riding dicks, evidently that sh** wasn't true We mobbed up over here n***a, yeah n***a Change your address to up there, n***a And just to be clear n***a I dare a n***a We in the same game see each other everywhere, n***a What up [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Jae Millz] f** everybody trying to come at YMCMB If you fall under that umbrella, it's whatever May the lord be with you when them hollow tips hit you Your label mates and CEO gon' cry and then forget you Sign somebody else and keep it moving like the mailman Why yo b**h a** rotting in hell, damn? Father forgive us, but thy shall not let any pretenders come against us Behead them, dead them Let that leave the studio, who the f** let him? Who the f** okeyed that, lay him down wave cap No grease, all war No peace, all action No tweets and when you see me n***a please don't speak Just be about all that sh** you've been rapping about Be a man of your word n***a carry it out f** your raps, f** your rep and f** you Be the one to expose your life, I would love to, motherf**er [Hook x2] [Outro] Understand me I don't even know you man I mean I didn't even know y'all n***as exist Y'all n***as causing beef, all you doing is making yourself hot you not affecting me n***a I got cake If I wanted you touched, you'd be touched I be sitting in motherf**ing Hawaii, sipping on Piña Colada You making me sick, actually I'm laughing at you, we're all laughing at you Matter of fact, do what you gotta do man don't call me man Forget it, if it's gon' happen it's gon' happen, alright

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