Lyrics Capone's Demise - Belly

Ghosts and ghouls and creatures unknown (ayy)
Are not what make a haunted home
You'll come to find you're just alone
And all these demons are your own

At this rate, I might just die next
Hold up, let me digress
Why these bitches always want you more when you try less (why?)
Street dreams
Seen my life bubblin' in the Pyrex
I'm talking money, you can't even speak my dialect

Gibberish
Funny how this money made me frivolous
You bitches sick, probably why Capone died from syphilis
Ridiculous
How the fuck you trickin' with your stimulus?
I'm livid, but I give 'em what I'm livin' with the vividness

Just being brown, that gets you blacklisted (yeah)
Especially when you can rap gifted like last Christmas
Talkin' fish scale, but they catfishing
I pack bricks in the back benches of black Benzes (woo)

Feds act vicious, I snap, they snap pictures
I'm back bitches
This wack system fronted on me 'cause they lack wisdom (damn)
Fuck a wave, this a baptism
Hero-Villain, that's my last victim (haha, yeah)