The Voice

[Intro]
Man let me talk my talk let me talk my talk
When you come up out the Valley you gotta say that shit a little louder , you know what I mean so everyone can hear you though I think they hear me now man DJ!

[Chorus]
Really talk my talk you hear the pain in my voice
Where I'm from you grab that pack and you just throw on some points yeah
Life's about decisions and I'm making a choice
I hit the stage and do my thing it's like you watching The Voice
All these mushrooms in my body got me scared of the beat
And homie keep on acting weird causе I ain't sharing my bleep
They know I really talk my talk cause I ain't scarеd of defeat
That's the way I chose out to live the American dream

[Verse 1]
And I keep putting my blunt out cause the cops got me nervous
Got all the other rappers tripping cause I move with a purpose
I'm from the 90s everybody still was writing in cursive
Shorty know I got a girl but she keep acting coercive
It's a hard pill to swallow so I'll probably sniff it
Boy I came out Western Mass, they didn't know he existed
On the path less traveled, it just took some persistence
Shorty look like Drew Barrymore in Going the Distance
Really talk my talk you hear the pain in my lyrics
(Homie tripping off the acid say we anger the spirits)
I got a custy tryna rap, he said he taking it serious
They like "Lucas you're a rapper you should change your appearance"
But I can't, smoking za and counting paper
Quarter pound on me while I slide through Appalachia
Life's a marathon, but I'm still gon' have to race you
The ballerina jacket, like my name was Anastasia

[Chorus]
Really talk my talk you hear the pain in my voice
Where I'm from you grab that pack and you just throw on some points yeah
Life's about decisions and I'm making a choice
I hit the stage and do my thing it's like you watching The Voice
All these mushrooms in my body got me scared of the beat
And homie keep on acting weird cause I ain't sharing my bleep
They know I really talk my talk cause I ain't scared of defeat
That's the way I chose out to live the American dream

[Verse 2]
Yeah
The za be lighter than a dirtbike
3.5 in my [?] so there's a chance it might not burn right
Riding, sitting shotgun break the tree down like a termite
Are you with me or against me, I split the city like a turnpike
Horrifying, on them addies now they're organizing
Just because I tell the truth don't mean I'm glorifying
Yeah
(Grew up in a haunted house, that shit was horrifying)
Talk my talk cause everything else felt demoralizing