Lyrics Voltron - Ed O.G, Slaine, Jaysaun

Voltron

I ain’t never rode a Maybach
Or stomp no throttles
Or pop bottles with America’s
Next Top Model
And I ain’t never been in St Tropez
And stayin with a bitch lookin good like
Megan layin
By the pool
I could tell you about
Actin a fool
A confidential informant
Pigeons takin a stool
Once dated a pistol
In love with a rifle
Held a Wu Tang sword
In a room full of psychos
Mama was a nice girl
Pops was a hypo
Slimy as the gecko
From Geico I meant to say
Gecko yo bro that’s a typo
Revenge is a dish best served
When it’s ice cold
The nights flow
Courtesy of Jaysaun
Boats and hoes
Put some niggas in the movie
Gold ropes and fros
No first class tickets
No mulchy foes
No Letterman no Leno
No Oprah shows
I ain’t never rode a lambo
Rocked camo shoot ammo
At ya fammo
Hustle scramble for rocks
Light candles at three vandals
Make you rappers all examples
They doubtin — the youth followin
What I’m shoutin — say I’m over the hill
I’mma climb another mountain
A slow beat but not a slow song
Team so strong — hold on
Connect like Voltron
From lesser means to extreme dreams
Came with fresher themes pressure regimes
Became Special Teamz
Roxbury, Dorchester and southie
Rowdy never mousy so mouthy
They say this lifestyle’s unhealthy
I’m tryin to be wealthy
On the low stealthy — felt me
Fuck you
Ain’t nothing you can tell me
Edo and Slaine
This is Jaysaun’s LP
I ain’t never had a way out
I’m determined for blood
Moving through the dirt
Squirmin like a worm in the mud
Days I felt like I’m a hermit
In a permanent rut
And my anger was a furnace
How it burned in my gut
Raging emotions of oceans
Overflowing my pain
Think I’m going insane
Ain’t got no one to blame
Ain’t got nowhere to go
They only know me to fail
Plus I’m paranoid
Police will only throw me in jail
Turn my poetry to power into paper
Jealousy’s a bitch
So these cowards wanna hate ya
I ain’t got no jealousy
Cause that ain’t in my nature
Kids talk shit
They ain’t got the nerve to face ya
Now the things went and changed
For me people act strange
Crabs in the bucket
Try to pull me back in
Again
I live for it die for it
Kill for this
Pigs wanna blow me down
But I’m built with bricks