Belafonte

[Verse 1: Nine]

There's a hole in the bucket ([?])

Fix it or fuck it

That weed? My nigga, tuck it

I see twelve right behind us

They look bored

Turn the music down

Put on a smile

I'm trying to be ignored

Plus, Omar got two strikes and thirty [?]

I'm trying to get him home to his wife

We had a good night

They would like to fuck it up

Have us on the side of the road

Fucked up running their big mouths

I'm feeling like a mouse

They put cheese everywhere

And try to trap us when we take it

And I really hate it

I made a promise and it's sacred

I ain't never going to let them have me out here

Dead, broke, and butt-naked

I said if I don't make it, I'ma take it

And I meant it with a vengeance

Your grandfather talking shit?

I'ma punch him in his dangers

Heard you rep six flags (?)

This ain't fucking great adventures

I will lay your ass down and tell Jesus that I sent ya

You're climbing out the pussy after me, you're a placenta

Who shot ya?

Gave you the whole cartridge

Breaking your bones, tearing through cartilages

Just peel carnage

I went to the school of hard knocks

And got kicked out

'Cause I was too hard

Pause

Don't make me put the paws on you

Like I'm Lil Scrappy

You can't straighten this out with me

I'm just too nappy

I heard your mix-tape

Shit sounds crappy

All these [?] perpetrating niggas

Be running around out here

Like a demon till they meet Satan

I treat my hammer like a pitchfork

Three points to get across

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Bullets tearing through your liver

Give a fuck if you survive or not

And they're telling me that I'm wrong

The daylight comes

And me want to go home

Belafonte

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Look

There's a hole in the bucket

Ain't want to clap him, I still put a hole in him, fuck it (heheh)

I break niggas noses for nothing

[to be continued]