BELMONT BOYZ

[Intro]
Yeah Im going hard, yeah
They  say Im going far, yeah
Different  foreign cars, uh
Tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu
Its  hard to be a star, uh
Up  in the booth gotta bar
Kind of living large
[Chorus]
We  get turnt up
I cant remember
I just had to go and get my bands up
I dont think these ni***s understand us
Got  Belmont boyz these ni***s dont want no cancer
And they dont give a f*** about a camera
And why she telling me just what a perc does
I know I got these ni***s kind of nervous
And Im still getting a bag when Im turnt up
[Verse ]
Yeah Im going hard, yeah
They say Im going far, yeah
A different foreign cars, uh
We tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu
Its hard to be a star, uh
Up in the booth gotta bar
Kind of living large
She told me she need a massage
So I gave her one, not
And if its on your head its better to keep one up top
Watch them claim that s*** and them ni***s white beam how
Man that bi*** talk sick and she got a mighty mouth
And if it aint a benefit then he gotta count me out
And I cant trust s*** ni*** cold like made me [inaudible]
Thank god for the fiends had to use the trapping route
Lil kodak playing with the beam had to tell him put it down
My ni***s in orange and burgundy
Even though they lie they chirp for me
Telling me they meant for me
As be as me as you can be
So Im trapping on the feet
I make money on the beat
I aint scared of no police
Drop a cheque and then I leap
[Chorus]
We get turnt up
I cant remember
I just had to go and get my bands up
I dont think these ni***s understand us
Got Belmont boyz these ni***s dont want no cancer
And they dont give a f* ** about a camera
And why she telling me just what a perc does
I know I got these ni***s kind of nervous
And Im still getting a bag when Im turnt up