Belly - Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Paid off the presi I feel like a lobbyist, a Saudi Wahhabi-ist They struggle to swallow my co*kiness, I came back to bruise your esophagus Head shots, I just body sh**, she ain’t foreign, that’s a body kit If sh** is too good to be true then the outcome is obvious, it prolly is I’m in California house shoppin’, I remember I was couch hoppin’ Still slippin’, still poppin’, whoa, f** it I ain’t never stoppin’, no Yeah they in love with my frequency, she a freak and I need the sh** frequently I got a main b**h, got a side b**h and I hate ’em both equally Hakeem ‘The Dream’ Olajuwon, dapper don with the fashion, I’m Dapper Dan I fly her to Vegas to spend the night, then she s** my dick at the Hakkasan Wit’ her eyes closed, that’s a blind date, call it blind faith, ’til my eyes roll Like a spiral and they dilate while she gyrate on my gyro Fire flow, pyro, I snap back, Cairo, like when Mike said ‘thpinal’ I’m the rap black rhino but the batch albino, I know It’s so profound, they lost and I won’t slow down Oh yeah my flow so foul, I spell studio with no vowels, think 4:30 in the socal, woke up shakin’ on the cold towels, broke down I got nowhere left to go now, I got nothin’ left to show now, slow down But [?] with your whole sound, there must’ve been enough to go ’round Man f** it that’s my old style so it don’t count Gold crowns, no smiles, kings and prophets from my hometown Held me down so I don’t drown, I swear the irony is profound Wish I knew then what I know now, blind trust k** for you ’til the nine rust, wake up just to earn ’til we burn and turn to fine dust And the f**in’ urn is what defines us, mind f**, mine’s f**ed Your mind could never do what mine does, back when Belly couldn’t buy lunch A pill was less than a meal, it kick harder when you mix the Hawaiian Punch I guess this is what I signed up for, 3, 2, 1, time’s up