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letra de loyalty v. royalty (acapella) - belly

[chorus: gil scott-heron]

[verse 1: belly]
look, i was dead broke, borrowin’ money
never got acknowledgment from artists borrowin’ from me
i don’t want the royalties, but when’s the loyalty comin’?
’cause the person that you’ve become is so unbecomin’
what the f-ck did you summon? (demons)
i’m mad you had to miss the whole come-up
but you was with me for the cold summers
i was spazzin’ back when manchin was jackin’ forerunners
walkin’ round with bolt-cutters for the whole summer
sh-t i was on adderall, ritalin, vyvanse
felt like ayatollah in the city that i ran
whippin’ in fryin’ pans, puttin’ fiends on a diet plan
put a pound of lean on my diaphragm
fivе bands just to get you hit like a bystand— (er)
couldn’t snitch if i wanted to, my lifе is a blur, i got the rifle, tryna stifle the urge
i want the same legacy that michael deserve, b-tch, f-ck what you heard

[chorus: gil scott-heron]

[verse 2: belly]
it’s too late now, who’s the one lookin’ two-faced now?
my girl got the blue face ap and the screw face down
so i’m skatin’ on these b-tches like i’m lupe now
i won’t trust you with consignment, told ’em to pay now
before i gotta put a hollow in your toupee now
b-tch, give me my flowers and my bouquet now (touché)
every rapper gettin’ soufflé’d now
every day i smoke a bag of this kush
i would leave for good and never look back if i could
yesterday, i made a hit list and stapled it to a map of the woods
f-ckin’ crooks, you could never give me back what you took, they had it in for me
couldn’t stand the thought of me havin’ infamy
two guns, four drums, that’s a tympani
hollows sing, some hum, that’s a symphony
what’s the sense in me tellin’ truth if they sensor me
[chorus: gil scott-heron]

- belly

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