Belly - Belly Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #004 (2017) lyrics
[Belly - Belly Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #004 2017 lyrics]
They say I love hard
But I'm hard to love though yeah, look, look
Couple immigrants with guns in their Diadoras
Catch a body, just a product of the diaspora
Too blind to see the horror
Too numb to feel an aura
I need a love like Steve and Laura
Rob and Rita hold up
Violate and they might kill you for it
You don't want that kind of smoke
I feel like Phillip Morris
My spirit is torn
I hear it and still ignore it
I'm popping orange pills in
The hills with Lauren
Warning, I don't need to get my palm read
To know I'm bout to smack
Rappers until my palm red
Baguettes in my Rolex, homie
That's long bread
I think they got me on the wrong meds
That's when we all said we were
Dying just to make a living
Until we came back and made a killing
But that's all connected
Hero-villain It's all perspective
Trigger happy police killers
They so selective
When your skin and origin begins
To be a deathwish
And they get out by morning in
Time to eat they breakfast
Locked up, you call collect
Come home you call collections
Ironically this shit is called "corrections
" I stand corrected
It's all deception like your false elections
Feeling lost like I missed directions
Must be the misdirection
See I can send this in a text
You wouldn't get the message
You probably wouldn't have said
Shit until I interjected
I'm popping X's to forget my exes
More molly for the melancholy
Four beans at the same time like edamame
I'm never sorry, I'm writing my forever story
My pops never called me
The last time that we spoke
He said "Tell the Federales they
Won't ever find me"
I used to dream of Maybachs
I never rode shotty
These memories send chills through
My whole body
Parents bugging, beefing with my evil cousins
Left home without a piece of luggage
I had visions of the reaper coming
These are the repercussions
No sheets or covers
It ain't like I even sleep or nothing
Tweaking coming down, having deep discussions
She got so high and started speaking Russian
I'm peeking, fussing "Let me waste another
Week for nothing"
Fuck twelve like a baker's dozen
Bitch I'ma make you love it
I'ma make you love it
But I'm hard to love though yeah, look, look
Couple immigrants with guns in their Diadoras
Catch a body, just a product of the diaspora
Too blind to see the horror
Too numb to feel an aura
I need a love like Steve and Laura
Rob and Rita hold up
Violate and they might kill you for it
You don't want that kind of smoke
I feel like Phillip Morris
My spirit is torn
I hear it and still ignore it
I'm popping orange pills in
The hills with Lauren
Warning, I don't need to get my palm read
To know I'm bout to smack
Rappers until my palm red
Baguettes in my Rolex, homie
That's long bread
I think they got me on the wrong meds
That's when we all said we were
Dying just to make a living
Until we came back and made a killing
But that's all connected
Hero-villain It's all perspective
Trigger happy police killers
They so selective
When your skin and origin begins
To be a deathwish
And they get out by morning in
Time to eat they breakfast
Locked up, you call collect
Come home you call collections
Ironically this shit is called "corrections
" I stand corrected
It's all deception like your false elections
Feeling lost like I missed directions
Must be the misdirection
See I can send this in a text
You wouldn't get the message
You probably wouldn't have said
Shit until I interjected
I'm popping X's to forget my exes
More molly for the melancholy
Four beans at the same time like edamame
I'm never sorry, I'm writing my forever story
My pops never called me
The last time that we spoke
He said "Tell the Federales they
Won't ever find me"
I used to dream of Maybachs
I never rode shotty
These memories send chills through
My whole body
Parents bugging, beefing with my evil cousins
Left home without a piece of luggage
I had visions of the reaper coming
These are the repercussions
No sheets or covers
It ain't like I even sleep or nothing
Tweaking coming down, having deep discussions
She got so high and started speaking Russian
I'm peeking, fussing "Let me waste another
Week for nothing"
Fuck twelve like a baker's dozen
Bitch I'ma make you love it
I'ma make you love it