Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grown Man Voice, artist - McKinley DixonDate of issue: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grown Man Voice |
| South side loving the crew, every time we come through |
| East side niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through |
| West side niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through |
| North side niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through (Yeah, |
| Fuck with me, ay) |
| Yeah baby girl |
| I know that shits bright |
| But |
| Its a picture Nini |
| 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’mma try my hardest make her live forever |
| It aint work, a nigga blasting |
| All my work is everlasting |
| Whats ya worth |
| They finna ask it |
| Why playing 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 aint friends |
| I ain’t playing |
| Baby boy |
| Look in the mirror |
| Start to wobble in his chain |
| Humming |
| The love aint scarce, and we ain’t scared |
| Love aint scarce |
| And we aint scared |
| Got so much family in here |
| Love ain’t scarce |
| Nigga, we aint scared |
| The l ove aint scarce, and we ain’t scared |
| Love aint scarce |
| And we aint scared |
| So much family in here |
| The love ain’t scarce |
| Nigga, we aint scared |
| Light skin 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 |
| Cant leave the house without being doused in copper tone |
| Enlightened |
| Like skin brightnen cream |
| Y’all better stop |
| Pull back the rubber band on good hair |
| And let it pop |
| Nightmares, not dreams of things |
| I regret alot |
| But fuck everybody |
| 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 anothing ism to keep us lost |
| But, as a child, it was some shit that I’d reenforce (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 thats 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 |
| 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 |
| Border lines |
| 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 wan' fuck with the youth |
| She found the fountain |
| Whats the foundation |
| Told her have some pounds waiting |
| You just at a sound station |
| Oh you sound basic |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| Thats 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 |