Belly

All I know is spit it straight from the belly

I come from 90's we don't talk weight on the celly

My big homies Pac n Nas ain't shit you can tell me

I be smoking on the funk so I'm knowin you smell me

Vs

93 inside my Garcia competition versus me wouldn't wanna be ya

I was trained by the best in the biz plus I got a new found hunger once I had me a kid

So I'm father of the flow play this for the garden watch it grow don't be textin my phone talkin bout you want a O

I'm a hustla but I keep it discrete yea it's rules to this shit that's why I'm still on the streets

Still on the beats the people say I'm killin em neat. Like the coroner coverin blood with white sheets

I be, Makin moves stayin alive 93 inside my tank this a luxury drive

Luxury tax I hit the pedal push to the max

Weigh it up on a digi scale serve it in sacks

Need me a plaque before that I need me a mil don't be in the way cuz ain't no tellin what I'm a kill fr

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I been killin it ever since I been feelin it on my way to a million won't stop until a trillion reached

I don't preach I just get up on these beats n teach how the meek shall inherit the earth from the weak

Never sweet at the same time a **** ain't bitter never would got this far if I was labeled a quitter

Codeine nug nectar yea it's all in my liver tryna reach jigga status so the flow is a river

Music gave me life and I return love Pac raised a thug so, I return slugs

While you was in the mirror practicing a mean mug I was on the court scoring yea jordan shrug

Gage park foster park harbored my skills then I took to the south landed in the ville

Not from Htown but a **** kept it trill so my kids get the game yea it's in the will