My 11th studio album.
Praise my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Lyrics:
Bought ya magazine
I don’t wear supreme
Bellizzi rock a hammy down and still i pull a queen
Stella Artois fiend
Rock givenchy in this heat
Summer never dreaming now
I aint on Codeine
I walk round in heavy gown
No lay up im Kobe
Used to smoking heavy now
im from 93
I don’t even sleep
I put jimmy on this beat
Auto pilot flying round
Bob Turner’s Embassy
I just let this beat sting
oh you can’t compete
everybody rethink every life but me
I just hit my free think
I just levitate
They always say the same thing
Bellizzi was a freak
Marshall downers sting
and Theres just so much pain
When i take hit off this joint
I don’t even dream
Brought you out for free
I don’t want this lean
All the shows i seen on tv
Id just rather sing
Id rather just be Bellizzi
You can ask me things
Ask me bout Jesus on the cross
I know he died for me
Thats so cool to me
You prefer my mishaps please
Sprinkled down on flees
Rockin gucci with no crease
I just let this beat sting
oh you can’t compete
everybody rethink every life but me
I just hit my free think
I just levitate
They always say the same thing
Bellizzi was a freak
