Gee Watts - Belly lyrics
rate meLive from the beast’s stomach, running in here
May lay in the belly, I know this sincere
Bitches say they can’t pop it for petty change
Wonder why the little homies growing lawless in the range
Flawless yet the same, in need of a reverend
Ain’t no love for the gods on this side of heaven
My cousins stayed with it, turned into a zombie head
My auntie house looking like a scene out of Walking Dead
Stalking feds, tryna stay a couple steps ahead
Deep in these pastures, the reason why he need these meds
Junky, …demon in eyes, soul hurt tryna put an engine from the side
Remember when I was robbed? I’m your little nigga
Fam turn to fiend, handshakes to home tricks
My momma forgiving, we don’t know what we doing
Dodging everything from Judas to golden bullets
Better learn how to pull it, kill or be killed
‘Cause niggas is blood thirsty and they need they refill
Ain’t tryna get spilled, my legend on the surf
Roaming from west shop, keep making my stomach hurt
Loyalty go sour over small power trips
Down since you were six, now you plotting to get me licked?
That barrel in your face, what you gonna do?
Be Rambo, get bando, keep backing a fool
They stop calling, my god is busy and he barely pick up
You wanna kiss her, you better keep fingers on that trigger
Sad story, watch the homies blast for me
Hope the enemy crossfire don’t hit me and it pass shorty
Dodging the pen hard, harder to get on TV
But being black in America make this shit look easy
How many jams, kill a can…
Candy man, handyman, say my name and I appear
With a pair of tools to fix shit and make you disappear
Ain’t living with no fear, dash shit and we commotion
I stack mine, whole life I’ve been hopeless
You niggas is mopping, better grab your nuts
Get schooled if you don’t boat when them hammers start to drop
Thrust, never get enough, flexing, breathe envy, guarantee that…
See the god in me, redefine history
Fighting devils for the sheep, killing city misery
Belly of the beast, preach
Started out…gradually lost benevolence…
Killing city misery, bitch
From bouncing ball on court to holding court and bouncing out
How we get here, I’m still tryna figure it out
From how to go get it to how to go get them
How cold is December, even frozen, six months after winter
Still heating up shit, I barely can sleep…better him than me
I’m also building up, tryna turn into weepers
Suckers are suckers, feed them they just gonna be bigger leeches
…go there in my dreams, reality’s a killer…
All these zombies and wolves, you better stay inside
Take the ride that turn boys into men…
She just another victim to the system, I gotta get it
From the halls the hollows catch you if you ever slipping
Belly of the beast, my nigga, come visit
