Текст песни President Zik - Belly

Look
Hustle like an African mother out the motherland
Tryna get a hunned bands
But sumn bout these streets man I don't understand
Like how you hit a lick then hit the other man
(Shit)
It used to be all love
Now niggas is all thugs
Getting double crossed by homies you used to call blood
Taking losses from the homies that used to call up
And talk about our trust
I must've lost touch
Cuz now it's mano a mano when brothers turn rivals
Why they tripping how the hell should I know
Hoping it don't spiral out control
When niggas fighting for titles and that gold
While you fighting for the survival of your soul
Of your soul
Stuck inside the belly of the beast
A blessing if you make it out these streets
Most my niggas gone or six feet deep
Damn they got my cousin just last week
A lot of shit we seen we can't even speak
Hope I make it out I'm on my knees
Gotta save myself ain't need no priest
No surrender no retreat
Niggas involved in a couple rackets
Now they using them as target practice
Out here police they ain't got no badges
But that paper yeah we got to have it
Immunity to the casket
Next week niggas gonna be back in action
The looters and the hijackers
The shooters and the kidnappers
Intruders taking your cash
The rudest of all the masses
Hackers of computers
Never had tutors in all they classes
That's the difference between the Judas' and John the Baptists
How they love today
Betray you tomorrow
Full of pain and that sorrow
Living on time that feels borrowed
And so they pray to the east
Or pray to the Lord
Not to fall prey to the law
Some niggas praying for war
Just a few things that I saw
Stuck inside the belly of the beast
A blessing if you make it out these streets
Most my niggas gone or six feet deep
Damn they got my cousin just last week
A lot of shit we seen we can't even speak
Hope I make it out I'm on my knees
Gotta save myself ain't need no priest
No surrender no retreat
In the belly of the beast