Belful Lyrics

A true empath

I walk in the building and feel the wrath of these niggas wanting to get past

I pray and smoke a lot of weed in the morning

Still can't break fast

Gun in my hand

Boy to a man

True shit the realest shit

Y'all wouldn't understand

Now you wanna wash your hands when that shit hit the fan

You gonna hear the truth

So don't turn a deaf ear

How you only living life when you knew it was death near

I work wonders under pressure

Y'all only brave when it's nothing to fear

Cry for my angels

Down to my last drop

So much pain in this tear

So much rain in this hood

Never seen the sky clear here

I let the smoke spread out on my windshield

My force field on four wheels

Lost in this music

No way out of this cornfield

Weapon concealed

Don't be surprised when I sign if they give me a deal

This ticket valid for meals

My ahkies my brothers

This the Thrill in Manilla

Bumping instrumentals by Bailey

Inspired by Dilla

Peddling back and forth

Bobbing and weaving

Huffing and puffing

It got me barely breathing

Flow like butterflies

Sting like bees like Ali when his speed is deceiving

Top three I ain't the two I'm the one

In my final form my bitch put my locs in a bunch

So many crumbs on this bezel

Know that my timing be crunch

The way his cap crooked

You would've thought he's tipping for lunch

My bitch I bend and drill

Give her that good medicine

All these ideas been lit up like I came from Edison

With this Tommy I hope that he'll figure

To run that designer on his body

My niggas was robbing as a hobby

Enter your building

We ain't waiting in the lobby

Throw the lob

Make the play

Alley oops catching bodies

I dare a nigga to try me for I try this heater beside me

But watch how I keep it cool

All these niggas food

I'm cooking like my mama

Me I never belful

Mal

Yo

God Tier, nigga

All praises are due to Allah

Who has fed us and given us liquids to drink

And who has made us Muslim