Voltron - Ed O.G, Slaine, Jaysaun

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