Belafonte Nine (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Verse 1: Nine]
There's a hole in the bucket ([?])
Fix it or fuck it
That weed? My nigga, tuck it
I see twelve right behind us
They look bored
Turn the music down
Put on a smile
I'm trying to be ignored
Plus, Omar got two strikes and thirty [?]
I'm trying to get him home to his wife
We had a good night
They would like to fuck it up
Have us on the side of the road
Fucked up running their big mouths
I'm feeling like a mouse
They put cheese everywhere
And try to trap us when we take it
And I really hate it
I made a promise and it's sacred
I ain't never going to let them have me out here
Dead, broke, and butt-naked
I said if I don't make it, I'ma take it
And I meant it with a vengeance
Your grandfather talking shit?
I'ma punch him in his dangers
Heard you rep six flags (?)
This ain't fucking great adventures
I will lay your ass down and tell Jesus that I sent ya
You're climbing out the pussy after me, you're a placenta
Who shot ya?
Gave you the whole cartridge
Breaking your bones, tearing through cartilages
Just peel carnage
I went to the school of hard knocks
And got kicked out
'Cause I was too hard
Pause
Don't make me put the paws on you
Like I'm Lil Scrappy
You can't straighten this out with me
I'm just too nappy
I heard your mix-tape
Shit sounds crappy
All these [?] perpetrating niggas
Be running around out here
Like a demon till they meet Satan
I treat my hammer like a pitchfork
Three points to get across
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Bullets tearing through your liver
Give a fuck if you survive or not
And they're telling me that I'm wrong
The daylight comes
And me want to go home
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