Belt Talk

Hand on my belt But ain't no shooter (Nah nah nah) Call me young big king But I ain't no ruler (I'm more like a jester) She told me to teach her So I just schooled her (Took her to school n taught her some shit) They called you a leach They call me that jeweller (Aye what size ring you wear) Hand on my belt But ain't no shooter (Nah nah nah) Call me young big king But I ain't no ruler (I'm more like a jester) She told me to teach her So I just schooled her (Took her to school n taught her some shit) They called you a leach They call me that jeweller (Aye what size ring you wear) Hand on my belt Cause the cards I been dealt Made it through hell Now I'll make it as well Ever since school I've had something to sell Now I mastered that shit and it's hard to not smell (Ew) Ever since youth I've had something to prove Hop in the booth N I what i do Shorter than you but take shots at your crew Line em all up then rip em like *Sniff* Ooooooh Faded sedated live life n you hate it You live in the matrix I live in the stu in my basement I cook it up make it In hopes that you play it and play it and play it I always get baked n I need a replacement For all of you hating I don't make mistakes n I'm sick of just waiting So I might just take it The crown n you faking But I ain't too patient But then she said what you tryna do prove who's cooler I said nah this ain't high school bitch I ain't the same old loser But then Ricko said what you tryna do you know you can't fool her So I just pulled out my dick and told her hand me the goddamn ruler Hand on my belt But ain't no shooter (Nah nah nah) Call me young big king But I ain't no ruler (I'm more like a jester) She told me to teach her So I just schooled her (Took her to school n taught her some shit) They called you a leach They call me that jeweller (Aye what size ring you wear) Hand on my belt But ain't no shooter (Nah nah nah) Call me young big king But I ain't no ruler (I'm more like a jester) She told me to teach her So I just schooled her (Took her to school n taught her some shit) They called you a leach They call me that jeweller (Aye what size ring you wear) Lift em up Cut em up Take off they head Got Drink in my cup Get em all wet Ive run outta love Run outta meds Tell all these voices get outta my head Cut off your tongue Blood on your neck You tell me a lie I'll tell ya your next Dropping my name Im popping your ex But when you come around she swerving Thinking that you are the cure Then cure this Fuck all that wrong shit that you heard All of these lines And all of them blurred Been at my worst So everyday I put on my best I've Been through all these tests And I take notes from the voice in my head Tell me I'm wrong I'll put one to your chest She asked how I live so blessed I Told her gotta live like you the one who's next I was never afraid of death So I never gotta save my breathe Cause the wicked never get no rest How can I sleep I was raised as a boi who's always gotta chase them checks I'd rather die than become another head Linked with FAYD Ya'll tell me who's next Hand on my belt But ain't no shooter (Nah nah nah) Call me young big king But I ain't no ruler (I'm more like a jester) She told me to teach her So I just schooled her (Took her to school n taught her some shit) They called you a leach They call me that jeweller (Aye what size ring you wear) Hand on my belt But ain't no shooter (Nah nah nah) Call me young big king But I ain't no ruler (I'm more like a jester) She told me to teach her So I just schooled her (Took her to school n taught her some shit) They called you a leach They call me that jeweller (Aye what size ring you wear)