@nickcomps667

11 months ago

Belt2Ass Lyrics [Intro] I don't wanna be another rockstar People tellin' me that I am I'm just a rockstar from the trenches I'm just a rockstar from the trenches I'm just a rockstar from the trenches (I'm just a rockstar from the trenches) [Verse 1] I'm just a rockstar from the trenches Ain't see my momma sad in a minute I gave her everything, you can't trick her I told my daughters to watch out for niggas I'm at a jet airport with a killer Too much drank, I done threw up out the window I was smart, I wasn't movin' with niggas That wasn't me, you confused me with niggas Goin' broke? I can't imagine it Fuck it off, I hold the line of sacks Dominos, that's a hater effect IC recorded, caught me drinkin' the Act' Charge the 'Rari, where the battery at? I confess, where the therapy at? Lost so many niggas, feel like a test Made my daughter mad, I get her Bugatti Ain't no vaccines, give me a six Ain't got time to really lay with a bitch I be on her when she layin' on my dick Half of you niggas my only regret Gotta read up what they put on the net Answer the phone, they gon' never forget Answer the jail calls, yeah Answer the jail calls, yeah I can count how many times you helped me up Plenty times I was on my back, you ain't help me up Act like they with me, whole time laughin' it up I made it out the trenches, I'm blessed to be up [Chorus] I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends I'm in hands with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left [Verse 2] Public defender, your lawyer for free Your Mount Rushmore list can't fuck with me Tried to go pop style, had to fuck up the streets Could've went to the league, but he fucked up his knee, yeah I make it rain wherever I'm goin', the bitches gon' love me when I'm in the buildin' I be on and off, on and off in a relationship when I'm sippin' I got a trench bitch, she so paranoid, she cut her phone off when she sleep Real nigga, I'm in rare form, man, ain't gotta practice whatever I preach Lamborghini doors raise like ring-around I be paranoid when I'm sleep You want freedom, and I want peace Fuck her good, she gon' give you the tea In the hood, you can't compare to me Hypnosis, ain't sleep in a week Minnesota, split the weed in a week You got promoted, you doin' federal team [Chorus] I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends I'm in hands with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends I'm in hands with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left [Outro] I don't wanna be another rockstar People tellin' me that I am I'm just gonna see you at the top now⁣ Maybe then you'll have a better plan

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