Lyrics:
Bellisle be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man I spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern
swerve
Slide up for my mans?
Do I look like Durk
He gone drop his addy, now he in the dirt
Ay, can't judge a book by it's cover, see the whole page
Yeah,
swerve
Slide up for my mans?
Do I look like Durk
He gone drop his addy, now he in the dirt
Ay, can't judge a book by it's cover, see the whole page
Yeah,
I got sucker-punched in Chicago
Never found out who it was
And my left eye don't close right
And my ears still catch a buzz
And I know I more than
blend more this what i'm in for
House by the seashore young nigga really need more
Ape in a space shuttle
Watch a young nigga go hot box the coop
Smoke
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
a straw
You can say my shit is flawed
Just know they can't knock me off
I speak a different language like I came from Portugal, Venezuela, or Kabul
I profit
''73 This man got shot, African traitors with rifles
Blocked the car that he and his wife were driving
See this man was a strong lion, down for
I'm really not one to let people into my space like that
But there was something different this time
And I figured instead of being a man of the world
There was a fearless Irishman, lived out near the sea
Outside Ballyferriter, a West Kerry man was he
Danny Sheehy was his name, wore a sailor cap
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his
the ground
Smoking with my day ones
Always smoking by the pound
Yeah, we getting richer
That's the word that goes around
Yeah, they saying "Bobby man
I miss
be a painter man
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
hey
And I'mma beat it, I'mma flip it
Before u see it, I done did it, ya, ya
I know everytime she passes by
Every man around her goes like ""ai ai
Christ
Jesus Christ
I am now learning how to love and forgive
My fellow man as I am learning to live
Learning to live means to accept the Lord
By
floor when I ain't cold like Chicago?
Cuz I've been staying on my grind yo, even when I'm on the bottle
Crown right by my side yo
Got moonrock on the side
all about the journey man it's all about the climb
And trying to maximize this time before i hit my decline
Put me somewhere by the ocean
Where I can
me how to hunt quail
Load it up with buckshot
And blow a pumpkin all to hell
He told me about his father
Waukesha '35
The mobs came from Chicago
children
Fiends lips peeling, s*** seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels great
My man peels weight, so he
legend in between
That's where prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
Old Chicago, Northside, where the news reportin'
prototypes in my story
Through skill, or hustle, campaigning, or manipulation
Big was written on their poker faces, pocketbooks, and praises
Praised by
can
Damn, it's hard to be a man
I don't wanna do right
I wanna do right by my family tree
It's a difference
But it's a distance
Between my fam and me
No
As Drake for Toronto, Chance for Chicago
Aspire to be the one for my city, hometown hero
The mind over matters every bit of wealth of the pocket
at her stance put me in a trance
Shoot my shot like fuck a chance
I’m that fuckin mans
I just wanna see yo body dance
All these racks on me gon make her
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