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my stomach (butterflies) - b3ric lyrics

i ain’t being scared to look, ain’t being shook
its hard but i know that i can always find trust inna book
i just know that some of my friends are just fakin
trying to get through day to day makin’ what can be makin’
i just know some don’t care about being loyal
acting like us but he has too much sh*t he full
i don’t even want the two of us to talk
just want to outline his body with chalk
it just gives me b*tterflies from the nerv
how can you do it you ain’t a pimp just a perv
i guess they are too busy pimping the b*tterfly an’
the ones who made it without tryin’
just so much weirdness my soul snapped
and i am the one hustlin’, you out rapped
out lapped i get money for my brain and i’m rich
try to mеss with my scemes while i sеnd memes b*tch
with my wild style it should make out stomach ache
with nothing just ate they start to debate b*tch you make
either crazy or lazy my brother pick one or another
before the thought of shots start to smother
to finish your ass off, with a saw off, raw
don’t mess with the b*tterfly when you try and jaw

goodbye, i was never meant to be
getting to the big stage has been a tragedy
goodbye, is what i believe is true
why have i ever done anything i do
goodbye, i am almost out of tries
my stomach, is all full of b*tterflies
a brain is a time bomb and its near the last tick
makes me think my dad’s nut was really toxic
i am tired i quit why couldn’t i just be spit
couldn’t it be in a different time period i don’t get it
but since then i have been runnin’ from a cop
first time i caught fire i was unable to stop
hoes over guns any day when hoes cause guns
which makes everyone else think they are the ones
but they be the ones not knowin’ where the hoes at
drivin’ around wit’ me, tell me where the po’s at
cuz if they start comin’ up they brain is out
what you mean b*tch that’s not what you about
i am glad you didn’t like me, look at me
all you can do now is look up to me
i hope your stomach ache ain’t fake suck my d*ck
get on your knees and give the tip a big l!ck
better try to understand me, pimp slap ya shawty
you wouldn’t know what hit you if it was karate
still get ya ass kicked despite how i may be built
i ain’t nervous barely an ounce of having guilt
trying to challenge me you a m*f* i’m just loco
when you see me walking up you should just go
i won’t just kick ya ass but you’ll end up to die
never f*ck with the caterpillar i’m now a b*tterfly

goodbye, i was never meant to be
getting to the big stage has been a tragedy
goodbye, is what i believe is true
why have i ever done anything i do
goodbye, i am almost out of tries
my stomach, is all full of b*tterflies
am i doing good? how can i tell
my cell phone ringing like a bell with no sells
how am i getting outta this h*ll cell with no job
still finding dough even tho i can’t get thrown a lob
i think god is slowly k!llin’ me what’s even good
is everything against me a whole world is a hood
what do i know and is it true if i only believe
is heaven going to have a ghetto when i leave
it gives me b*tterflies need to get out the cocoon
there were once better dayz i want that moon
soon i want that old thing back before the mac
lifes a b*tch before i get smoked, by a pack
in a land full of dawgs, i have this wolf in my heart
we two like gang for life, the best since mozart
it’s an illusion once the saddest now the baddest
down to brawl ready to ball wit’ me the raddest
the worst is also the best you better shush it
got the world in my hands and i am gonna crush it
b*tch grab ya vest watch out watch ya back
don’t have nerves about to put 3 in ya stomach

- b3ric lyrics

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