Belly is legit, not sure what everyone is talking about here. The Weeknd does an awesome job with the hook, and a great job on his verse. It's a good song
Lyrics: Yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax cause I've been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll back but All I wanna do is forget about my past and Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smilin' Probably cause I'm faded or I'm chillin' with the fans and Not really the type to let a nigga talk back but Imma let it slide 'cause my niggas too violent Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trappin' Got a couple girls shootin' movies on the mattress Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic Nobody can handle me, I'm gone When the shit's too strong, the night's too long I took too much and I've gone too far And I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not Bitches know, told a ho, "It's different strokes for different folks" Came up out the north, we was playin' with a different snow Took my niggas from the four-one to pacific coast We no longer put no fish scale on the fishin' boat Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (Liquor, smoke) I know all you bitches want is dick and dough (Dick and dough) Told her, "You don't gotta make it difficult" Baby, sit calm, we don't need another episode Hippy bitches sendin' me titty pictures She told me no religion was the new religion She said she don't believe in God but her shoes Christian I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' hoes fired Why the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink? You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the shit's too strong The night's too long I took too much and I've gone too far And I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not I might not make it, oh no I might not make it ('Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking) I might not make it, oh no, I might not make it ('Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking) I might not make it, oh no I might not make it ('Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking) I might not make it, oh no, I might not make it
