Lil Durk – Belt2Ass

I don’t wanna be another rock star
People tellin’ me that I am
I’m just a rock star from the trenches
I’m just a rock star from the trenches
I’m just a rock star from the trenches
(I’m just a rock star from the trenches)

I’m just a rock star from the trenches
Ain’t see my momma sad in a minute
I gave her everything, you can’t trick her
I told my daughters to watch out for niggas
I’m at a jet airport with a killer
Too much drank, I done threw up out the window
I was smart, I wasn’t movin’ with niggas
That wasn’t me, you confused me with niggas
Goin’ broke? I can’t imagine it
Fuck it off, I hold the line of sacks
Dominos, that’s a hater effect
IC recorded, caught me drinkin’ the Act’
Charge the ‘Rari, where the battery at?
I confess, where the therapy at?
Lost so many niggas, feel like a test
Made my daughter mad, I get her Bugatti
Ain’t no vaccines, give me a six
Ain’t got time to really lay with a bitch
I be on her when she layin’ on my dick
Half of you niggas my only regret
Gotta read up what they put on the net
Answer the phone, they gon’ never forget
Answer the jail calls, yeah
Answer the jail calls, yeah
I can count how many times you helped me up
Plenty times I was on my back, you ain’t help me up
Act like they with me, whole time laughin’ it up
I made it out the trenches, I’m blessed to be up

I can count on my hands any time you helped
You showin’ your hand, you gon’ get hit with the belt
I’m tellin’ my friends I’m in hands with wealth
You stand on ten, but same time you left

Public defender, your lawyer for free
Your Mount Rushmore list can’t fuck with me
Tried to go pop style, had to fuck up the streets
Could’ve went to the league, but he fucked up his knee, yeah
I make it rain wherever I’m goin’, the bitches gon’ love me when I’m in the buildin’
I be on and off, on and off in a relationship when I’m sippin’
I got a trench bitch, she so paranoid, she cut her phone off when she sleep
Real nigga, I’m in rare form, man, ain’t gotta practice whatever I preach
Lamborghini doors raise like wing [?] I be paranoid when I’m sleep
You want freedom, and I want peace
Fuck her good, she gon’ give you the tea
In the hood, you can’t compare to me
Hypnosis, ain’t sleep in a week
Minnesota, split the weed in a week
You got promoted, you doin’ federal team

I can count on my hands any time you helped
You showin’ your hand, you gon’ get hit with the belt
I’m tellin’ my friends I’m in hands with wealth
You stand on ten, but same time you left
I can count on my hands any time you helped
You showin’ your hand, you gon’ get hit with the belt
I’m tellin’ my friends I’m in hands with wealth
You stand on ten, but same time you left

I don’t wanna be another rock star
People tellin’ me that I am