Drake Voice

[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 fuck 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 niggas on a treadmill Just runnin' at a stand still I'm that motherfucking nigga 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 bitch last night, that's just something that I can't tell Gotta fuck with niggas doing better Can't fuck with niggas doing lesser All these fake niggas doing extra Til you put them underneath some pressure It's like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest Tell 'em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets I done gave so much help out Niggas don't appreciate shit So it's time to help myself out These niggas always gon' forget It's 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took Triple double on these niggas 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 niggas I'm just worried 'bout how my checks look My new bitch she the baddest so I ain't worried 'bout how my ex look But I've seen a picture of that bitch And she got that my life's a mess look All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon' kill this you gon' injure that Like the police ain't got the internet Man, real niggas ain't into that When it's real nigga we getting into that No chitter chat, we come through Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block Where we from we see a lot Niggas get popped tryna be who they not Niggas 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 nigga that's my pocket wrench Leap frog, I hopped the fence Like you ain't got no fucking common sense And I'ma start busting on your ass like I ain't got no fucking kinda sense Aw man, they ain't ready for me Aw man, they ain't ready for me Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked 'bout to get ready for me Had to cut a lot of niggas 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 nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money I'm ruthless in the booth bitch 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 bullshit [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