I Belong lyrics

by

Neno Calvin


[Neno Calvin]

[Verse 1]
Look, yeah the life I choose yeah its ignant
Started off with playing sports, and got adapted into tha killin
Too easy to get lost into the system, when you in it
I get a city game, just going listen to amendment, they had to feel it
I lost my round and went stupid look lucky, they had to feel it
I popped enough, yeah I went passed my limits
I failed enough, so f*ck it I had to listen
I'm fighting charges because of bad decisions
I met a plug and got some badder b*tches
If prince was here, yea I'll be laughing with him
I miss my dog, wish I could share it with him
I got a bullet for you right n*gga
Straight up
b*tch don't tell me how you fell, because I fell like f*cking
I'm geeking hard, they standing still, but yet I'm still getting bluntin
I told my story on this music, I ain't lying bout nothing
This that Tre, we say "ON Tee"[?]
Then 'em b*tches start coming
When you flying getting money, all 'em b*tches be coming
And when I f*ck 'em like I love 'em, so they stuck with a youngin
Smokin jewels, and pouring fools, when I be thuggin with youngin's
Know that

[G Herbo]
Look, I been trippin
I ain't listen
In a minute
Except for my intuition
Or I'll push the start ignition
Member I was starving, [?]
In apartments roaches wandering
Now I get booked
That's ticket deposit
But, I just took like 15 from a college
And my og living marvelous
Everything marble
Feel like 3 whips in garages
And my little n*gga still heartless
All I do call 'em
They slide on you with the carbon
But, I just went through got through with tha darkness
I'm trying to show 'em, no life we not promised
Put in tha the work, then we f*ck up tha commas
Leave all that other little petty sh*t yonder
But you we still got ride wit 'em Llamas
You know I got, stay low like Obama
I get so sick of the state
I'm trynna go f*ck up tha Bahamas
I'm trynna drop my first album
Remember when I made my first album
Being broke I couldn't allow it
Give my momma my whole house allowance
My rollie under tha shower
I smoke a whole ounce a hour
I used to sleep in the trap house, now I wake up in the towers
Pull up make n*ggas sour
But, I put that work in for hours
Yea I wake up in tha towers
And that gift my OG a hour [?]
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