Belmont Boyz

Yeah I'm going hard, yeah

They  say I'm going far, yeah

Different  foreign cars, uh

Tryna go to Mars, yeah

I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu

It's  hard to be a star, uh

Up  in the booth gotta bar

Kind of living large

We  get turnt up

I can't remember

I just had to go and get my bands up

I don't think these **** understand us

Got  Belmont boyz these **** don't want no cancer

And they don't give a fuck about a camera

And why she telling me just what a perc does

I know I got these **** kind of nervous

And i'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up

Yeah I'm going hard, yeah

They say I'm going far, yeah

A different foreign cars, uh

We tryna go to Mars, yeah

I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu

It's hard to be a star, uh

Up in the booth gotta bar

Kind of living large

She told me she need a massage

So I gave her one, not

And if it's on your head it's better to keep one up top

Watch them claim that shit and them **** white beam how

Man that bitch talk sick and she got a mighty mouth

And if it ain't a benefit then he gotta count me out

And I can't trust shit **** come like Minny Mouse

Thank god for the fiends had to use the trapping route

Lil kodak playing with the beam had to tell him put it down

My **** in orange and burgundy

Even though they lie they chirp for me

Telling me they meant for me

As be as me as you can be

So I'm trapping on the feet

I make money on the beat

I ain't scared of no police

Drop a cheque and then I leap

We get turnt up

I can't remember

I just had to go and get my bands up

I don't think these **** understand us

Got Belmont boyz these **** don't want no cancer

And they don't give a fuck about a camera

And why she telling me just what a perc does

I know I got these **** kind of nervous

And i'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up