Guru Truth - You Belong

(Cook Up, wassup)
(Ay yo Ran, turn that up)
Movie this gon’ be a movie
Starring yours truly
I been getting groovy
Damn shorty bad got her wet as a jacuzzi
See it through her Saint Laurents yeah them lips juicy
She just wanna use me
She about to lose me
Lean in a can soda put it in a koozie
Runtz in a blunt got me faded like Boosie
Different color stones in the ring got me moody
Lit up like a light show now everybody staring
Keep a Tommy gun because I see too many Jerry’s
Her skin coco she doing white like Barry
I was making plays down in Hoover like Larry
Got water like a boat take a cruise like Terry
The rollie plain jane I just named the watch Marry
Gold in my smile I had a rich tooth fairy
Guru is a animal I swear it's getting scary and
Time will bring the real end to our trial
One day there’ll be no remnants, no trace, no residual
Feelings within ya
One day you won’t remember me
That's tough
Ayy
So Imma make a stamp for my name
Imma get a stain for the gang
I’m on the road to riches boy stay up out my lane
They say they wanna bang we can bang
No monkey bars ya can’t hang ha
This lifestyle I live is incredible
Me and the money inseparable
You don’t want that beef eat yo vegetables
These women to me are collectible
Without the bad days you can’t recognize the good ones
Remember me and Jones was really trappin’ out the Woodlands
They label us as thugs gangbangers and the hoodlums
Guru Imma icon I motivate the lil ones
I just told my Mama nem to have a lil patience
I’m on God speed so with time Imma make it
I work hard for it I can’t let a nigga take it
Dump the glock now it’s shells everywhere like crustaceans
And baby I can't have you
You belong to the streets
You free to flap your wings around
I can’t control no ho I just control my doe
And my flow so dope you get a overdose
If I pour that four Imma sip that slow
But all I know
Is baby I can’t have you
You belong to the streets
You free to flap your wings around
Hey
Yeah
Designer bed sheets I been dreaming ‘bout wealth
I feel alright even though my dog left
Thinkin’ ‘bout Rashad I been praying for his health
It’s 3G Entertainment till I take my last breath hey
Yeah take my last breath
It’s the lifestyle lifestyle ay

Written by:
Jourdan McGowan

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