Belt

He ain't got no stripes, he a noobie you could tell

She ain't peep I'm wild, think I'm goofy like Chapelle

Imma keep a smile while we do you niggas hell

Inna T I stay outside for any dude who feel compelled

Imma keep conspiring, maneuvering for wealth

I don't get inspired it's these dudes that need the help

He don't make no fire another tune he gotta shelf

I know my niggas said I got it had to prove it to myself

I got twenty's in my pocket what I'm doing to my health

We got plenty when we riding, got a few we keep for sale

I got bread I keep aside for the future and for bail

I get pressure all around, it's first to shoot it through the mail

I know death always around me, keep a shooter I could cell

I got men like Robert Downey on computer shit as well

I can't let these niggas round me be on groupie shit as well

I got hella niggas frowning it's confusing I ain't fail

Moving stealth, loot by the belt

It's your truly yea, zoot fulla kale

Booky smell, boot fulla yea