Testi:
Belly The Revolution

the streets, but the street is still in us, I keep rollin, I swear I never give it up, Im around till the Lord says send em up, Ask around homie, belly

The Middle East Let Go. Yea. I got a lot of shit on my chest. A lot of weight on my shoulders. Too much shit on my mind. I gotta let it out. My people

You Can Never Add Up To Me Change Ur Formula Baby Im About To Subtract You [Chorus:] They Try To Divide Us Instead They Went And Multiplied Us Lies

stop Same time to draw and the pride is dropped They feel the pressure like bottle tops Right before the bottle pop Owww! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Belly] It's Belly

Senators Fans Please Stand Up Kenny-B I Told You This City Was Full Of Champions Baby Got My Hommie Sugar Ray Emery We Go Hard We Win Belly With The

where the demons go And God made life where the cement grows I was raised in the east Little felon in the streets On a celly with a priest in the belly

It's a buddha, but you know, that shit ain't real For my brothers locked down y'know I know how you feel But now I'm free! My revolution's appeared I'

that you toe, doing fine, if you just do as you're told, no dissident voices, the faces merge, are one, absolute, a comfortable, privileged, white over belly, revolution

I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches No one's against us, roll with the riches and float with the fishes The revolution has started thats why