Make A Toast - Belly

Yeah, five in the morning

Eighty cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me

I turn the paper into birds call it origami

Fuck a wave, I’m the whole tsunami

Armani on my body like I know the Gottis

8 o’clock in the evening I ain’t even ate

Two-liter, fuck a 4, pour an even eight

Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late, but I always deviate

From the love, players club no Lisa Raye

Too up to need a loan, so I sleep alone

It’s steaks for all my dogs to each his own

The type of shit I’m on think I need cologne

To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser’s home

I signed a deal off a heartbreak

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place

Now I’m in the Barclays, drinking all of Hov’s Chardonnay

Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case

Let’s make a toast

Toast, yeah

Make a toast

Make a toast, yeah

Let’s make a toast

Make a toast, yeah

Make a toast, yeah

Don’t matter what you popping baby, just pop something

Make a toast

Hell is hot and only heaven knows

I never sweat, you on forever cold

If you ain’t getting paper, hope you taking notes

Fuck bread, made a loaf, now let’s make a toast

Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close

I made my own lane, that’s my favorite road

I had to bend the rules just to break the code

I dug myself up out this hole, that’s what made me whole

Rolling woods, down in Hollywood, where they pay for souls

Pay in gold, for this label clothes and these major roles

Woah, if I don’t who gon break the mold

No, I swear the paper never made me fold

I disappear in a breath of smoke

Your whole career need a stethoscope

That new album needed life support

Bitch, you won the battle, couldn’t fight the war

Been a week I’ve been coming down

Maybachs just to run around

They mad I’m styling when I come around

Shoutout to Pun I’m trying to live, I lost a hundred pounds

I just lost a hundred pounds, I’m tryna live

Ma-make a toast, yeah

Let’s make a toast

Make a toast

Make a toast, yeah

I mean, we can make a toast to that

Let’s make a toast

Make a toast, yeah

Make a toast

Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G

Make a toast

Getting caught up with religious bands

I guess I’ll never see my distant fam or my foreign bitch again

(Switching hands) In the kitchen, hurt my wrist again

(different plan), watched my pops become a different man

I turn a snowflake to an avalanche

I went and made a milli' from a milligram

Hidden hands, Ashley Graham’s out the caravan

No more sharing rooms at the Sheraton

Game filthy, tried to kill me for a kilogram

Wave healthy, couldn’t stop it if you build a dam

Mattress on the floor I was staring at the ceiling fan

Almost died for this shit, and I’m still a fan

The flow cardiac arrest, why kill em

I could give them heart attacks for less

Oh yeah, please pardon my success

Yall ain’t even sick you hypochondriacs at best

Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest

Out of breath like I got a Pontiac on my chest

Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh'

No wonder why you never even called back or just text

I get the message tho, run game so professional

Unfazed on your pedestal

One day never came, someday I’ma let it go

Another day another decimal

Day ones, never tell, Sundays no confessional

Unchanged in my messy clothes

I’m forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows

Fuck bread, made a loaf, now let’s make a toast

Toast, yeah

Make a toast

Make a toast, yeah

Make a toast, yeah

Make a toast

Make a toast

Yeah, all of this shit so exaggerated

I mean her ass fat but its saturated

And now my third eye has been activated

This shit ain’t really rap related

They couldn’t understand so I spoke it clearer

Getting high to reflect, that shit is smoke and mirrors

Wait, just being honest with myself

I’m still doing this shit 'cause I made a promise to myself

That’s real