BELLY

[Verse 1 - Jehst]

Beats by Drae Da Ski

The video on point like a lazor beam

My weed all covered in purple like the Lakers team

Base the sixteen, who chase the Jim Beam

Screwface kid like the logo for Grim Team

Reference a throw back

Sprouts from the seeds out the grow bag

These mc's, the seeds out my gonads

Pay your Dad for a Father, Son collab

My nose in the books, better that than the coke bag

No Whitney or Bobby, that's my perogotive

Your pre-writtens are sloppy and I'm the opposite

We need mixer, bottle popping Ciroc in this

Try and walk a mile in my shoes, see the chiropodist

Swiftly, Billy Brimstone the Cosmic Gypsie

Met the oracle and the bitch tried to bewitch me

The rums ran out, switch to the whiskey

Party 'til the sun come out, whistling Dixy

Slipping a disk from head nodding to the mix

Never the less all of these novices persist

'Til Santa cross them off his list, the naughty one

Tryna' figure out what bodily orifice you're talking from

Either way man are talking dumb

We split the Z and get red like white people that have caught the sun

You get bun, starring down the barrel of a gun

Whichever way the narrative is spun

[Verse 2 - Black Josh]

Spilled a pint of Tet, on my Nikey Tech with all distain

My minds correct before I rest I will be hall of fame

Want my respect, thighs and breasts and of course some brain

Lifes a mess so I suggest control it all the way

I'm not concerned with messing up, I take that L and use it

Loft conversion, that's a little more and for improvement

On my person, several substances I've been abusing

Long excursions to nurse a come down in an all inclusive

Prada boys, the nothing to be proud of boys

Being jobless was a job, we're all employed

I pulled up in that 6-1-6 corduroy

Called the boys, the talking points money

And my girls smoking skunky, I got more to voice

More to say, born displaced, I will scorch this stage

Walk on flames, performance great

Light my spliff, walk away

Like the coast is clear, Morecambe Bay

I ain't got an ounce of respect for these man

We're talking weed I got 36

Everyday I spark my weed

Local drug services, no CBD in pharmacies

They used to think the world of us

(?) your heroes hard to me

Can't coach me Mr. Carter, I won't jack your varsity

Darkness in her eyes mascara

What we see, we can't unsee

Put her in Balenciaga, now she think she Cardi-B

[Verse 3 - Bisk]

And the beats barely heavy but the heats steady

Lecky from a freak jezzy

Petty with the beef ready

And the beats Belly

And the bitch stung

I can't see tele

I be jelly 'til I beat bevvy