Belly Shit
Uh
Shits all good
The deal got signed
and my splits all good
And these haters pretending
that it's all good
Say that shit in person
man I wish ya'll would
I'm a mothafucking genius goddammit
I ain't the type to murder you
I'm more the type to plan it
So please take a seat
if you really can't stand it
Got success in my pocket
and these rappers in a panic
But Belly told me to do me
and don't listen to anybody that knew me
Cuz to have known me
Would mean that there's a new me
And if you think I changed in the slightest could of fooled me
(Yeah)And tell my city I'm da 2-3
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
No bench time
Nickname started Drake
Franchise flare
I don't even get a water break
And these other niggas is hardly mentioned
I bet that with this pen I could draw attention
But you can tell by my strut
I'm just chillin in the cut
Nigga what
And I'm feelin like
(Chorus)
I get it, I get it, I get it till I'm done
Tell them rappers I'm the man, and the city that i run
So you holla at me pimpin, if you planin on a visit
And they say that you talk'em when you live it
4x (I'm tryna tell you I do this)
4x (You don't wanna go there homie)
Here I go
Street report
Ballin over here
We need three courts
Violence, you dont wanna resort
The house look somethin like a resort
You can't resist being rich when you record
When this money run slower than eyore
If your life is a movie
You a extra
I'm so fly, I glide
Clyde Drexler
Mr.Pressure
Bitch I'm fresher
They must heard that they'll never catch up
Somebody throw a sign to the catcher
I'm at the plate right now
Fuck next up
(Chorus)
I get it, I get it, I get it till I'm done
Tell them rappers I'm the man, and the city that i run
So you holla at me pimpin, if you planin on a visit
And they say that you talk'em when you live it
4x (I'm tryna tell you I do this)
4x (You don't wanna go there homie)
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