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lirik lagu belvedere – boldy james & the alchemist

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[intro]
who knows better than you?
detroit
where we at?
i’d like to say

[verse 1]
we come through like green beret marines (r*r*r*rah)
fully auto submachine rifle with the laser beam
can’t believe everything you hear, but i’ma have to
yeah, i want ’em, tell ’em pull up, i’m on belvedere and gratiot
old school mint*condition, be careful, try not to scratch it (yeah)
well aware of my surroundings, know i’m tuggin’ on the metal
on the war, my young bulls thuggin’ on another level
whole block snaggletooth, but we got money in the ghetto
narcs fl!ckin’ n*ggas left and right, ready with no search warrant
rival gang members in the neighborhood, turf*warrin’
none of this sh*t came overnight, i had to work for it
now your b*tch tryna ride my wave, might let her surfboard
payin’ my ticket in that bando was my first mortgage
never turned my back on the streets, it’s that i turned towards it
bro don’t need no bond money, he just wanna hear my voice
nickel nine on me, i call this a souvenir from royce

[chorus]
here’s lookin’ at you, kiddo
i cry tears just wishin’ that you was here, bro
without you here, got me feeling like a weirdo
can’t get took from my kids, leave my wife behind a widow (bless)
can’t trust a soul, sleep with toast under my pillow
so right ‘fore i get ghost, she said she love me, i’m like, “ditto”
don’t think these n*ggas got the memo or listened to my demo
[verse 2]
open cases in tuscaloosa, did a yick a week
tryna have patience with this music, really in the street (mafia)
plug in belize raised the ticket, i’m like “goodness grief”
proof*of*purchase guaranteed, but this sh*t don’t come with receipts (i swear)
pulled off some sh*t you wouldn’t think, by the skin of my t**th
torch the ride, ditch the piece, then wipe myself down with some bleach (wipe me down)
my b*more n*ggas young and scandalous, free that n*gga [?]
judge hit him with everything but the kitchen sink (free my guy)
n*ggas gettin’ cooked for drug dealing, breakin’ even*steve
they threw the book at my young n*gga, he can’t even read
fightin’ for his freedom, lost malik, he was a demon seed
that was just karma comin’ back from all my evil deeds
slid down on dog, that’s tobogganin’, left him hobblin’
i run with concreatures, gargoyles, and hobgoblins (227)
ran him down, stood over him, don’t do no squabblin’
a n*gga touch a hair on blocks, we gon’ pollute the oxygen

[chorus]
here’s lookin’ at you, kiddo
i cry tears just wishin’ that you was here, bro
without you here, got me feeling like a weirdo
can’t get took from my kids, leave my wife behind a widow
can’t trust a soul, sleep with toast under my pillow (strapped)
so right ‘fore i get ghost, she said she love me, i’m like, “ditto” (love you, too)
don’t think these n*ggas got the memo or listened to my demo
blockworks
who knows better than you?

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