B3lly of Th3 B3ast
Are we living in a dream
Is it really what it seems
Eyes open when I sleep
We in the belly of the beast
It's like my mind playing tricks on me
Ain't nobody living right
I don't trust the homie
Take a shot to get one up on me
Should of seen it in his eyes
Man these niggaz phony
Cold world nigga who do you trust
So many player hating bitch niggaz
Hating on us
But I wiggle through the matrix
Get rewarded for the patience
Teach the kids elevate through greatness
Choose to win or play the sidelines hating
Keep fucking up state numbers waiting
Judge put you on the playground with satan
That ain't where you wanna be
I been there shackled up
Fake authority
Crazy game it's a tragedy
They'll keep you for some years from ya family
Are we living in a dream
Is it really what it seems
Eyes open when I sleep
We in the belly of the beast
Got my people trapped in a loop
When you see ya own reflection
You been trained to shoot
They don't want you to know the truth
Got you praying to a God outside of you
Everything you need inside of you
Why you think they pay for your attention
You lost in this world
Can't figure out whats missing
You jus wanna have fun
Get drunk wit the bitches
They don't hit you with the okie dok
Threaten you with 12
You don't want the smoke
Gave you Percocet so you over dose
Told the rap niggaz make it cool
What a joke
Sell you out for a check
Most you Niggaz done lost my respect
I just really love my people
Ima keep speaking til we treated over equal
Is it really what it seems
Eyes open when I sleep
We in the belly of the beast
It's like my mind playing tricks on me
Ain't nobody living right
I don't trust the homie
Take a shot to get one up on me
Should of seen it in his eyes
Man these niggaz phony
Cold world nigga who do you trust
So many player hating bitch niggaz
Hating on us
But I wiggle through the matrix
Get rewarded for the patience
Teach the kids elevate through greatness
Choose to win or play the sidelines hating
Keep fucking up state numbers waiting
Judge put you on the playground with satan
That ain't where you wanna be
I been there shackled up
Fake authority
Crazy game it's a tragedy
They'll keep you for some years from ya family
Are we living in a dream
Is it really what it seems
Eyes open when I sleep
We in the belly of the beast
Got my people trapped in a loop
When you see ya own reflection
You been trained to shoot
They don't want you to know the truth
Got you praying to a God outside of you
Everything you need inside of you
Why you think they pay for your attention
You lost in this world
Can't figure out whats missing
You jus wanna have fun
Get drunk wit the bitches
They don't hit you with the okie dok
Threaten you with 12
You don't want the smoke
Gave you Percocet so you over dose
Told the rap niggaz make it cool
What a joke
Sell you out for a check
Most you Niggaz done lost my respect
I just really love my people
Ima keep speaking til we treated over equal
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Writer(s): Lavar Jackson
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