Steady Ricko x Fayd - Belt Talk

Hand on my belt
But ain't no shooter
(Nah nah nah)
Call me young big king
But I ain't no ruler
(I'm more like a jester)
She told me to teach her
So I just schooled her
(Took her to school n taught her some shit)
They called you a leach
They call me that jeweller
(Aye what size ring you wear)
Hand on my belt
But ain't no shooter
(Nah nah nah)
Call me young big king
But I ain't no ruler
(I'm more like a jester)
She told me to teach her
So I just schooled her
(Took her to school n taught her some shit)
They called you a leach
They call me that jeweller
(Aye what size ring you wear)
Hand on my belt
Cause the cards I been dealt
Made it through hell
Now I'll make it as well
Ever since school I've had something to sell
Now I mastered that shit and it's hard to not smell
(Ew)
Ever since youth I've had something to prove
Hop in the booth
N I what i do
Shorter than you but take shots at your crew
Line em all up then rip em like
*Sniff*
Ooooooh
Faded sedated live life n you hate it
You live in the matrix
I live in the stu in my basement
I cook it up make it
In hopes that you play it and play it and play it
I always get baked n
I need a replacement
For all of you hating
I don't make mistakes n
I'm sick of just waiting
So I might just take it
The crown n you faking
But I ain't too patient
But then she said what you tryna do prove who's cooler
I said nah this ain't high school bitch I ain't the same old loser
But then Ricko said what you tryna do you know you can't fool her
So I just pulled out my dick and told her hand me the goddamn ruler
Hand on my belt
But ain't no shooter
(Nah nah nah)
Call me young big king
But I ain't no ruler
(I'm more like a jester)
She told me to teach her
So I just schooled her
(Took her to school n taught her some shit)
They called you a leach
They call me that jeweller
(Aye what size ring you wear)
Hand on my belt
But ain't no shooter
(Nah nah nah)
Call me young big king
But I ain't no ruler
(I'm more like a jester)
She told me to teach her
So I just schooled her
(Took her to school n taught her some shit)
They called you a leach
They call me that jeweller
(Aye what size ring you wear)
Lift em up
Cut em up
Take off they head
Got Drink in my cup
Get em all wet
Ive run outta love
Run outta meds
Tell all these voices get outta my head
Cut off your tongue
Blood on your neck
You tell me a lie
I'll tell ya your next
Dropping my name
Im popping your ex
But when you come around she swerving
Thinking that you are the cure
Then cure this
Fuck all that wrong shit that you heard
All of these lines
And all of them blurred
Been at my worst
So everyday I put on my best
I've Been through all these tests
And I take notes from the voice in my head
Tell me I'm wrong I'll put one to your chest
She asked how I live so blessed
I Told her gotta live like you the one who's next
I was never afraid of death
So I never gotta save my breathe
Cause the wicked never get no rest
How can I sleep
I was raised as a boi who's always gotta chase them checks
I'd rather die than become another head
Linked with FAYD
Ya'll tell me who's next
Hand on my belt
But ain't no shooter
(Nah nah nah)
Call me young big king
But I ain't no ruler
(I'm more like a jester)
She told me to teach her
So I just schooled her
(Took her to school n taught her some shit)
They called you a leach
They call me that jeweller
(Aye what size ring you wear)
Hand on my belt
But ain't no shooter
(Nah nah nah)
Call me young big king
But I ain't no ruler
(I'm more like a jester)
She told me to teach her
So I just schooled her
(Took her to school n taught her some shit)
They called you a leach
They call me that jeweller
(Aye what size ring you wear)

Written by:
Ryker Wolfleg, Mackenzie Moorhead

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