Roddy Ricch – Belly Of The Beast Lyrics

Belly Of The Beast

Roddy Ricch

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"Belly Of The Beast." - Roddy Ricch

Tuesday, 15 September 2026, 06:36 pm

Album: Feed Tha Streets III

Track No: 09

(It's only cash only, you dig?)
All-white Aston, got hockey seats
Harmony, peace and quiet, please
Spent two million on rocks at least
And a 100K when a nigga drop at least
Got high standards, can't drive no lease
And I can't bring no cop to a feast
Bitch, I was born in the belly of the beast
Roddy the rich but I came from the broke
I'm the one gave all these lil' niggas hope
I'm the one climbed to the top of slope
I'm the one out in Japan for the locks
Get my respect, I demand it
Standin' in the way, they can't stand it
Had to take it all, they ain't hand it to me
Splattin' all the paint on the canvas
I stayed down, hard work with some preparation
Stayin' off the 'Gram, gotta practice preservation
Jumpin' out the gym, I don't practice hesitation
I just go when it's good
Ten mill' every year, got a rich regulation
Sippin' on this syrup and it give me revelation
I'm patient, I'm destined for greatness
My eyes go far like a camera man, real deal stepper like a caveman
When I'm high, Saint Laurent's on, I can't float enough with Ray-Bans
Since day one, I'm a made man, gotta thank God, it's so amazin'
I ain't never turned out to be another product of what I was raised in
All-white Aston, got hockey seats (hey)
Harmony, peace and quiet, please (quiet)
Spent two million on rocks at least (woah, woah, woah)
And a 100K when a nigga drop at least
Got high standards, can't drive no lease
And I can't bring no cop to a feast (can't bring no cop to a feast)
Bitch, I was born in the belly of the beast
All-white Aston, got hockey seats (hey)
Harmony, peace and quiet, please (quit)
Spent two million on rocks at least (woah, woah, woah)
And a 100K when a nigga drop at least
Got high standards, can't drive no lease
And I can't bring no cop to a feast (can't bring no cop to a feast)
Bitch, I was born in the belly of the beast (ayy)
They tried to slime, uh
They tried to outshine me, ayy
I ain't even in my prime yet, how the fuck is you gon' outshine me? Uh
Had to draw my line in the sand
Pour my heart every time I can
Keep my bifocals on like it's 4th of July, yeah
They be tryna fed me, dawg, I don't do TED Talk
Got some niggas, they'll headshot you
They was bred to walk
You can feel my pain in every rhyme
I shed light on the street signs
It ain't a thing that I would rewind
All-white Aston, got hockey seats (hey)
Harmony, peace and quiet, please (quiet)
Spent two million on rocks at least (woah, woah, woah)
And a 100K when a nigga drop at least
Got high standards, can't drive no lease
And I can't bring no cop to a feast (can't bring no cop to a feast)
Bitch, I was born in the belly of the beast
All-white Aston, got hockey seats (hey)
Harmony, peace and quiet, please (quit)
Spent two million on rocks at least (woah, woah, woah)
And a 100K when a nigga drop at least
Got high standards, can't drive no lease
And I can't bring no cop to a feast (can't bring no cop to a feast)
Bitch, I was born in the belly of the beast

Writer(s): Roddy Ricch.

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