Belly Freestyle (2017) | LA Leakers Freestyle #004

Lyrics

[Intro] They say I love hard, but I'm hard to love though Yeah, look, look [Verse] Couple immigrants with guns in their Diadoras Catch a body, just a product of the diaspora Too blind to see the horror, too numb to feel an aura I need a love like Steve and Laura, Rob and Rita... hold up Violate and they might kill you for it You don't want that kind of smoke, I feel like Phillip Morris My spirit is torn, I hear it and still ignore it I'm popping orange pills in the hills with Lauren Warning, I don't need to get my palm read To know I'm bout to smack rappers until my palm red Baguettes in my Rolex, homie, that's long bread I think they got me on the wrong meds That's when we all said we were dying just to make a living Until we came back and made a killing But that's all connected Hero-villain; It's all perspective Trigger happy police killers, they so selective When your skin and origin begins to be a deathwish And they get out by morning in time to eat they breakfast Locked up, you call collect, come home you call collections Ironically this shit is called "corrections," I stand corrected It's all deception like your false elections Feeling lost like I missed directions Must be the misdirection See I can send this in a text, you wouldn't get the message You probably wouldn't have said shit until I interjected I'm popping X's to forget my exes More molly for the melancholy Four beans at the same time like edamame I'm never sorry, I'm writing my forever story My pops never called me, the last time that we spoke He said "Tell the Federales they won't ever find me." I used to dream of Maybachs, I never rode shotty These memories send chills through my whole body Parents bugging, beefing with my evil cousins Left home without a piece of luggage I had visions of the reaper coming These are the repercussions No sheets or covers, it ain't like I even sleep or nothing Tweaking coming down, having deep discussions She got so high and started speaking Russian I'm peeking, fussing "Let me waste another week for nothing." Fuck twelve like a baker's dozen, bitch I'ma make you love it I'ma make you love it