Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voltron, artist - Ed O.G. Date of issue: 24.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |