Belly of the Beast

You gonna miss me. I'm a product of my environment. OGs going into early retirement. This is the art of war, black diamonds in The Audemars. Shit I talk might start a war. Pro starter, Golden Child, De La Hoya. Son got a stick for the brass, Stella D'Oro. This is public announcement for public houses. Playing with they freedom, touching thousands. Rich folks send they kids off to Yale. Poor folks send they kids off to jail. So fuck taking lemons and making lemonade. We can take a half an ounce, turn it To a twenty-eight. My bitch can't dress in nothing Less than Ralph Lauren. A nigga can't drive a whip unless the whip's Foreign. We in the club throwing tax-free hundreds. Twenty niggas jumping out of three black Hummers. Stop putting fake grills on them wack three Hundreds. Niggas ain't tryna see max P numbers. Hold your head son, it's Murder Red Rum. Uh, yeah. One for the struggle, Two for the pain. Three for the kids out mugging for change. 'Cause the bills don't stop, the bills don't stop. It's the belly of the beast and we hungry. You gonna, gonna miss me. It's Sticky fingers, you know I'm about to black out. I never go to sleep, nigga, I pass out. And I don't wake up, I come to. I'm scared to death 'cause everything I think comes True. I got a lot of things, but no Sympathy. I keep the ratchet pockets never on empty. I'm in that Bentley, please don't tempt me. High-powered lawyers, I be that attempt Look at my Face, do it look like I'm joking? It be them nosy niggas, get they nose broken. Sometimes the hardest nigga be the most soft-spoken. Pop off, guns get thrown in the ocean. I'm not a gambler, a hustle nigga, cash out. Before I blink, I pull that guns and that Mask out. As a kid, I was raised in A trap house. Like a rat throwing rocks through A glass house. One for the struggle, Two for the pain. Three for the kids out mugging for change. 'Cause the bills don't stop, the bills don't stop. It's the belly of the beast and we hungry. One for the struggle, two for the pain. Three for the kids out mugging for change. 'Cause the bills don't stop, the bills don't stop. It's the belly of the beast and we hungry. You gonna, gonna miss me. You gonna miss me