Ratlin - VOTS Sessions Lyrics

      

VOTS Sessions
by Ratlin

PART I

Verse
All the killers in my city know my name before rap
I'm ten times platinum in these streets, fuck a plaque
If you hear them niggas violated me, that was cap
Check the facts, if they pull up then it's that
Got me feeling like Montana with the city on my back
The foreigns all white 'cause I came up selling crack
I can put in my life, you ain't ready for the -
The bine in the nine have you dressed in all black, fuck the crime rate
Light's good but the crime pays
My plug doing twеnty-five but still tell me that his light's grеy
These new grills cost me £9K
On a nice day, I spend that in Dior like it's light change
These guns bang, fuck the mind games
'Cause if I ever get the drop, he's getting shot up on his driveway
All my little niggas fly straight, they shooting when I say
So fuck the hate, I'ma die grey
Before the money, get the power and respect
Fuck the rest, all my life I've been hearing all these threats
Fuck feds, I'm strapped and I don't live with no regrets
If I did that shit already, yeah, I'll do that shit again
The bitch said that she ain't fucking me again
Tough luck, now I'll fuck her cousin and her friend
I'm balling on these bitches like I'm playing in the Prem
Ten bottles in the bar, that's your stack I just spent
I used to break a whole brick down in tens
I used to air the whole clip just to vent
The opps still crying 'cause they need their revenge
Now my brother's fresh home, I don't need any friends
Nah, I bet you thought you'd never see me again
Little fuck boys, now it's time the real niggas win
I got this new Colt 9 filled to the brim
No switch, be careful of your wrist when it kicks, I let it all go
London ain't pretty, where I live, it's like a war zone
How do them niggas claim beef and it's all smoke?
They act gang but they talk to the law though
Before their deal, they was all broke
Them niggas pull up on me, I'll send 'em all home
I'm gassed and I always stay strapped with an auto
Fully bad, I was keeping straps in my wardrobe
I'm strapped up in war mode, these packs go for score notes
I ain't nothing like these bitch niggas
I been lit nigga, I won't snake my bruddas over six figures
I told my girl I'm getting rich with her
If I can stick with her, said she love her ex but my dick bigger
They know now who's the big hitta
They know the kid different, catch me at the boxing in a chinchilla
Heroes now but we been villains
Free the kid Flippa, they lost a lot cah we been killers
Don't lose your little life for the fame or a chain
Man, I'll put this three-five by your brain
I slide anytime, you can call me insane
Fuck the fame cah me and these niggas ain't the same

PART II

Verse
I pray the devil don't take me
It's only God that can save me
My nephew seen me and he thinks that I'm famous, it's crazy
Everybody say I shoulda made it
Like they don't know I started from the pavement
Rapping don't pay me but if I ever get a cheque
I'll buy a house before I put a new chain on my neck
All them nights we was broke left a pain in my chest
In this life, you pussies can't pay for respect
The boss shit, you gotta earn it
Before rap, I was really outside tryna burn shit
It's up now and all the tables are turning
I waited two years for that verdict, I'm back now
I heard them pussy niggas bad now
But let me catch 'em up in Hattons, everybody getting pat down
Ask my mother, I'm the bad child
They got shanks but this Glock with the switch hold the MAC rounds
Yeah, I been the voice of the streets
Before Durk, I really scored points in this beef
A lot of these niggas got their voices from me