Loyalty vs. Royalty - Belly ft. ["Gil Scott-Heron"]

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 fuck 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

Shit 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

Five bands just to get you hit like a bystand— (Er)

Couldn't snitch if I wanted to, my life is a blur, I got the rifle, tryna stifle the urge

I want the same legacy that Michael deserve, bitch, fuck what you heard

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 bitches 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

Bitch, 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

Fuckin' 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