Belly

[Intro]

Back to life, back to reality

Back to life, back to reality

[Verse 1]

They say the streams fake, the bots running this thing, wait

Still I gotta make them bands, count my cheesecake

Niggas offsides, this my free play

I'm internin' for my barber, get your free fade

Oh, wait. Tell me where we at though

I’m looking through the windows of your soul, I don't backdoor

I lost some good men cause they couldn't see the back door

We black, bearing arms now, keep it in the satchel

Page. All this hating on me isn’t natural

But God gave me this, an atheist can see the passion

And y'all niggas lame, hydroplaning with the crash out

But everything a lot, so, bring everything, everything

[Chorus]

Back to life, back to reality (In the belly of the)

Back to life, back to reality (Yeah, in the belly of the beast)

Back to life, back to reality (In the belly of the)

Back to life, back to real— (But ain't no fuckin way, boy) (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

We celebrating while opposition ain't optimistic

God's good, but I'm often questioning when he listen

The hate is bigger than me, the weight is bigger than me

They crashing out, I feel like I'm at Talladega winning (Back to life)

Chocolate City, we supposed to be good

Never thought I'd see Rayful Edmonds on social media

They out their cotton-picking minds, they don't know the details

Me and Kazz talking Silk, Temple Beverly Hills

Southwest, Southwest, shout out to 106

Every show, I had a platinum, they was getting me lit

Everybody show you love when you givin' 'em shit

One day, you say no, and no longer pretend to be friends

My men don't sketch, y'all drawin' and shit

I lost some niggas to dippers, I lost some niggas to Fent'

I lost it all, when I got it all, I'mma target again

When everything you do offensive, you be hard to defend, I'm going

[Chorus]

Back to life (To the belly of the)

Back to reality (In the belly of the)

Back to life (Yeah), back to reality (In the belly of the best)

Back to life, back to reality (In the belly of the)

Back to life, back to re—, how ever do you want it?

[Verse 3]

Look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday

IRS patient, friends on JPay

How can I express in this shit that got me rich

That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker—?

Look. Wine drinking in Malibu is a mindfuck

Used to buy ten dollar pieces with nine bucks

A dollar short, a day late

Niggas with Broadways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play

Small conversations I vacate

They all say we brothers, I feel like I'm Bison Dele

Yeah, I got this stripper from LA

My cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the Gele

Yeah, maybe I'm way too careless

Or maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave

Look. The ebb and flow of this talent

It's like a balancing act but my parents gave me my stage name

[Pre-Chorus]

Bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday

IRS patient, friends on JPay

How can I express in this shit that got me rich

That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker—?

Nah, look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday

IRS patient, everybody waitin'

How can I express in the shit that got me lit

That depression, the pressure, the motherfuckin' same thing?

[Chorus]

Back to life (In the belly of the)

Back to reality (In the belly of the beast)

Back to life (Yeah), back to reality (In the belly of the beast)

Back to life, back to reality (You know what I'm sayin?)

Back to life, back to reality