Lyrics:
the Melvin dance (mwah-ha-ha-ha)
Runnin' up a check and I be with my mans (with my mans)
These are Dolce, these are not no Vans (not no Vans)
All I talk is
They be belly floppin
I am barely floppin
Rarely rockin' with the safety on my holy water Glock
I'm steady washin
Hades sent me lots of oxycodone
Aghh
Ah ah
Yeah, bimmer
Uh
I'm like Makavelli they'll shoot me in traffic (pac)
Gucci cap backwards and I don't be cappin'
(Cap)
These rappers are
weakness/
When we drink, the battle starts again with these demons//
Are we cursed by the past, Did we practice dysfunction/
Is it our environment, consumed
man, gimme all the bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard.
Don talk that trash cause we'll pull your card.
Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
with a slipper when I'm takin' it off
Grandad of grime, man
Bag full of lime when I turn up
You're in the Nile with a croc in
My dominion I tried
on repeat
Rent scam is so beef, Some of us gotta shot grammes
So we're getting those grands by the week
The Man's got pockets but they're lined kinda deep
Everybody looking a ask a weh Jhazy deh
Tell di sound man seh dat she a run a come
Suh yuh know nutn but fire afi blaze up ina ya
And it full any belly
Through my life seems I've seen thousands of my brothers felled
By bullets in their face or life sentences in jail
Who are they to decide our lives
Did you go to Portugal to get that perfect tan?
My mother left my old man cause you asked her how she was
And the whole town wants your number cause
permanent unborn
The walls are cracked, the egg is hacked
But now I am to weak
I can't get out through paper walls
Safe, and with my belly full
Each day I
observer
In a dream hope scenes are going to elevate me further
Saw an old man sitting reading paper in the distance
Light shining behind him bright beacon
chocolate, snickers
My clothes don't fit in this locker I miss my closet
I don't wanna make a profit man
I just wanna eat
I wanna have a full belly
By the time
All hands on deck, let's roll the dice
But games are fixed, cats exploit mice
Their teeth a weapon, bellies fat
It's still a game of mouse and cat
keep their bellies full
In love and war there are no rules
But in their eyes
Murder comes by sea and from the skies
It's shiny and it's quick to take
shit? You know, I'm far from it
By chance if you start to go plotting
My man's whip might bypass pigs
Might find out why you hit the car bonnet
Back
we leaving them belly up like they crop toppin'
I've got a real ambition for the task
Been assigned by Jesus Christ to carry out Redeemer's plans
the surface yet.
Holler dirt merchant, echo out Brooklyn,
Where the women are beautiful and the vagrants piss crooked.
This is the sound of one man getting
his crown?
Turn a man into a legend legend legend legend now
Fled from hell to the belly of the beast
Never well rested he seldom sleeps
Sleep is for
know
Because I wasn't even caught by five-o
Now who would assume Sunborn is a rat?
The same one who said I wasn't right 'n exact
For you are the one,
had the chance of hunger upon my belly
You leave me full and satisfied before I have the opportunity to beg for more
Black man your love permeates
of everything
because this is the biggest damn story in human history
and it's simply this: You are not alone and you have never been alone
Bobby Ray, Bandz
bitch
I pull up clean, manners of a gentleman
Trigger man, etiquette, one felony away from a predicate
That Patron's my medicine, them stones glowing
historical record’s full of atrocities
With enough war and genocyde to fill up any glossary
Racism and inequality has been the policy
Since even way before
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