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