Belongs To Me (feat. Suga Kane Da Sweetest)

Elder Rolls We were keeping it pushin' then We were leaning then But now he's gonna let these pussies know I'm Him Rose gold two tone plain jane on me I also got your bitch on me 1000 thread count bed sheets with stench on it Last night, she said"Have it if you want it" It all belongs to me It all belongs to me It all belongs to me It all belongs to me That's that type shit you know, you just-just let the beat ride, let it rock ya know It all belongs to me, aye uh That's why I think about myself first A walk on in the game, a red shirt My net worth don't determine my self-worth Still pockets big, walking makes my legs hurt Legs sore, jumping through the hoops Ant Edwards All this head hunting could make my head burst Walk in, hoes looking quick, it make they neck hurt If we fucking, better know I'm getting head first Dumb motherfuckers never put the bread first Same motherfuckers saying they on the right path Say they getting money up, they getting sidetracked Now they drowning in the debt without a life jacket Tryna balance on that shit, they a kayak Prioritizing being high, where the kites at Where your kids at? Where your life at? Same motherfuckas who wish they could get their life back I can't imagine this how you envisioned your life track I once knew I got so selfish with the flow That I ain't finna get the mic back (Ain't finna get the mic back) He ain't finna get the mic back, no ad-libs, quotes or eight bars The rest of the song belong to truly yours So I'ma make it how I want it That's how I live my life and I got to stand up on it Is it boring that I'm making my money slow and steady Biding time, planting seeds that are blooming, when I'm ready The 401k funded, 457 heavy So when I'm older, income coming fat and steady The ice so thick, how can anyone break it Put up a wall so high, even Latinos couldn't make it In the springtime, I didn't think that I was ready In the summer met my girl, in the fall we going steady When you down for a girl, make sure she down with ya How can I be sure that she don't want me solely for the cheddar Or wanna come and dance with me, cause I'm a big stepper On a Wednesday with a vodka cran, eating wings that's lemon pepper You writing me off, but I ain't a tax credit Then you see me at the bar, begging for the debit card To buy you some drinks, bitch, what you think This is a charity? You're not thinking with no clarity You missing for the come up, but want some of the prosperity? Hell nah It's always sunny over here, like Charlie, Mac and Dennis But if I gotta be Frank, Dees nuts super delicious Thinking back to the old me, when the gang was malicious When I used a woman's body for my selfish intentions Never looking for deep connections that I claim I was missing But who fault is that? So now I beg for forgiveness My girl, my repentance Just know I treat her right for all the bitches that missed this