Belly - Mumble Rap

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{verse 1}
Uh, fuckin' hoes that ain't worth a cent
In homes that ain't worth the rent
Perfect sense, this is the circus that i had to circumvent
If you fly, i'm turbulance
Murder murder, screamin' "fuck 12!" with a perfect 10
In these streets runnin' 'round robbin' every fuckin' body like a tournament
Once the time has turned, this is the only shit i learned
I put a bridge over my pool, that's for all the ones i burned
I hope you pick up game is a pick up game, and winners ball
Hoes annoying just like the hiccups man, that's biggie smalls
Dope dick give your bitch withdrawals
Why'd you even get your bitch involved?
I'm gone off the liquor, i'm sicker than paul and karla
Just listen, i'm twisted and raw
Pictured it all i had to sacrifice
I feel extra blessed tonight
Yeah they slept on me, i flexed on 'em, and manifest to life

{chorus}
I been ridin' through the city on my own (huh, huh)
Only time i see myself was in this chrome (huh, huh)
Oh man, i been gettin' in my zone (huh, huh)
Hearin' everybody soundin' like some clones
I been chillin' by myself i never need nobody else (mumble rap)
Mumble rappin' to the beat on the shelf (mumble rap)
Man i been- i been trappin' on my own (huh, huh)
Invested in my fuckin' self, i'm alone, i'm alone

{verse 2}
Okay, henny to get in my hemisphere
You inner fears start to interfere
You richard gere with a pretty woman
I told her look ain't no tricking here
Like her drugs white and her liquor clear
Reflect back, tryna make it clear
Bad luck, 7 years, and i ain't even break a mirror
20 years just to make it here
Don't take it there, your circles is made of squares
You shoulda been made aware
Your bitch said my face is her favorite chair
Oh god, whole squad made mills
Whole time stayed real, wonder why i can't chill
Couldn't even pay bills, now it's la hills
And i'm the king, hank hill, can't feel, can't stand still
I blame all these damn pills, the best shit we can't feel
I'm signin' ndas, these checks like nba deals
But envy may kill, still don't give a fuck how they feel

{chorus}
I been ridin' through the city on my own (huh, huh)
Only time i see myself was in this chrome (huh, huh)
Oh man, i been gettin' in my zone (huh, huh)
Hearin' everybody soundin' like some clones
I been chillin' by myself i never need nobody else (mumble rap)
Mumble rappin' to the beat on the shelf (mumble rap)
Man i been- i been trappin' on my own (huh, huh)
Invested in my fuckin' self, i'm alone, i'm alone

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Belly, whose real name is Ahmad Balshe, is a talented musician, producer, and writer hailing from Canada. He has made a name for himself in the music industry through his work behind numerous hits, showcasing his versatility and talent.

As an affiliate of the Toronto-based "XO" movement, Belly has co-written some of The Weeknd's biggest hits, including "Often" and "Earned It". His ability to craft catchy hooks and poignant lyrics has earned him recognition and respect within the industry.

In addition to his songwriting skills, Belly is also a skilled producer, creating dynamic and innovative beats that perfectly complement his lyrical content. His most recent projects, Another Day In Paradise and Up For Days, feature collaborations with artists like Travi$ Scott and The Weeknd, demonstrating his ability to work with some of the biggest names in the business.

Belly's music has a trap-infused yet reflective sound, blending elements of hip-hop, R&B, and electronic music to create a unique and captivating sound. With his impressive track record and undeniable talent, Belly continues to make waves in the music industry, solidifying his status as a rising star in the world of music.