Hearing Voices (Pusha T diss) lyrics

by

Jae Millz


[Intro]
That sh*t sound good, n*gga
Millzy

(Verse 1: Jae Millz)
Money on my mind, f*ck the bullsh*t
My security is a full clip
n*ggas talking slick, but their hearts are dry
Wanna impress me send your enemy to the sky
I'm tired of all these corny ass rappers
So called trappers, telling their story backwards
Talking all that white sh*t, you ain't never had it
Post office visits, only time you stamp the package
Shame on me for yet to have an album in a wrapper
But n*gga shame on you for every album getting wacker
Ain't you a di*k rider, switch sider
Certified click hoppa', still getting nada
n*ggas cat fighting with the team on that sneak sh*t
Making diss records but keeping it secret
Throwing darts like a b*tch instead of bombing like a warrior
Just let me know it's some pus*y in all of y'all, what's up n*gga

[Hook x2]
I'm hearing voices (hearing voices)
Hearing voices (hearing voices)
Hearing voices (hearing voices in my head)
What they say? (go bomb on these n*ggas)
Man something ain't right, f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas?

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Sucka' ass, n*gga
Never moved a brick you old fronting ass n*gga
What happened to them chains, say something about that, n*gga?
You's a peon, p*ssed off cause we on
Getting dead presidents and ain't no cleons
But I heard your man talking to them people, n*gga
I heard a couple states got killers trying to see you, n*gga
Cut the bullsh*t you came from a great home
Never missed a meal and in your city; that is well known
If you really had that work like you said you do
When the Empire fell they would've came to get you
But since your man sitting up and you out here riding di*ks, evidently that sh*t wasn't true
We mobbed up over here n*gga, yeah n*gga
Change your address to up there, n*gga
And just to be clear n*gga I dare a n*gga
We in the same game see each other everywhere, n*gga
What up

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
f*ck everybody trying to come at YMCMB
If you fall under that umbrella, it's whatever
May the lord be with you when them hollow tips hit you
Your label mates and CEO gon' cry and then forget you
Sign somebody else and keep it moving like the mailman
Why yo b*tch ass rotting in hell, damn?
Father forgive us, but thy shall not let any pretenders come against us
Behead them, dead them
Let that leave the studio, who the f*ck let him?
Who the f*ck okeyed that, lay him down wave cap
No grease, all war
No peace, all action
No tweets and when you see me n*gga please don't speak
Just be about all that sh*t you've been rapping about
Be a man of your word n*gga carry it out
f*ck your raps, f*ck your rep and f*ck you
Be the one to expose your life, I would love to, motherf*cker

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
Understand me I don't even know you man
I mean I didn't even know y'all n*ggas exist
Y'all n*ggas causing beef, all you doing is making yourself hot you not affecting me n*gga I got cake
If I wanted you touched, you'd be touched
I be sitting in motherf*cking Hawaii, sipping on Piña Colada
You making me sick, actually I'm laughing at you, we're all laughing at you
Matter of fact, do what you gotta do man don't call me man
Forget it, if it's gon' happen it's gon' happen, alright

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