Drake Voice lyrics

[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the f*ck I think I'm fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Call Jahlil up
Told 'em sample Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I'm Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y'all n*ggas on a treadmill
Just runnin' at a stand still
I'm that motherf*cking n*gga homie, that's just something that I can't help
All these sucker MC's, that's just something that I can't feel
Was I with your b*tch last night, that's just something that I can't tell
Gotta f*ck with n*ggas doing better
Can't f*ck with n*ggas doing lesser
All these fake n*ggas doing extra
'Til you put them underneath some pressure
It's like n*ggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell 'em n*ggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
n*ggas don't appreciate sh*t
So it's time to help myself out
These n*ggas always gon' forget
It's 2017 n*gga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these n*ggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on 'em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain't worried 'bout none of you n*ggas
I'm just worried 'bout how my checks look
My new b*tch she the baddest so I ain't worried 'bout how my ex look
But I've seen a picture of that b*tch
And she got that "my life's a mess" look
All these f*cking Twitter threats, you gon' kill this you gon' injure that
Like the police ain't got the internet
Man, real n*ggas ain't into that
When it's real n*gga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate sh*t you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
n*ggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
n*ggas get popped tryna be who they not
n*ggas don't know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I'm a big fiend for Amaury jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah n*gga that's my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain't got no f*cking common sense
And I'ma start busting on your ass like I ain't got no f*cking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain't ready for me
Aw man, they ain't ready for me
Probably got your b*tch somewhere butt naked 'bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of n*ggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I'm tryna get that forever money
Just a n*gga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I'm ruthless in the booth b*tch
Ice on, lights on, I'm too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I'm back on my bullsh*t
[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom