Believe Dat

Everything I say makes sense make hits believe that
I ain't ask you shit so ion really need your feedback
Used to get into it over weak shit
Used to spin bins no ski mask
Running through the hood no bus fare but I still got my G pass
Tell them bitches love don't live here
I can't even make my weed last
Momma had sent me to rehab kicked out when a couple weeks past
Had to tell the streets I'll be back
Pops said the same he ain't mean that
Had to tell the streets I'll be back gotta stay strap where I sleep at damn

Fuck what you believe and what you achieving
Cause I got some trick up my sleeve like Mike Carbonaro and Harry Houdini
I stay out the way for real a nigga can't tell you the last time he seen me
And my day been going pretty good I ain't have a fuss with cal all evening
Had to put the camera down and let vell handle that
Had to put the shh down and let Sean handle that
My gang up no flaws came attached
Probably lost a fight
Probably got shot at
But ain't nobody rat
Y'all ain't at nobody hat
You fronting good nigga y'all should probably act
See me in the streets
I ain't trying to chat
I'm just dipping through
Ima holler back
The grass is greener on the other side until I make a call and get all your potnas whacked
I'm a mommas boy but I ride with gats

You like cause your sons a fag
Everything I say makes sense make hits believe that
My family ain't fed yet ion need your feedback
Y'all slept on me and then I bust they beanbag like get up
Clutching where I sleep at told the streets I be back
Still looking over my shoulder
Got to put on cause my sister getting older
Momma know we gon be rich cause that's what I told her but I got to show her
Imma be copping whips just for them and the bros cause I'll rather have a chauffeur
So fucked up got to say a prayer when you get pulled over
Now
I lay
Me down
To sleep
I pray
The lord
My soul
To keep
If I
Should die
Before
I wake
I pray it ain't from one of these drugs that I used to take
Don't judge me by race
Or the tattoos on my face
Don't know everything about the streets but I know fake and I know my place
No it ain't my time imma wait
Watching and learning from y'all mistakes
Cal in the back like what is you saying
Bitch it's your time in all of the states
Wished for a life that was risky and toxic
I should've wished for a heart without ache
I'm from New Orleans the heart of my state
The heart of the game
The hardest to shake
Fuck all the rumors they make
And all of the hate
Regardless I'm straight
Just get at him when shit die down since he thought he was safe

Every nigga I'm with take hits say when they need that
We just
Just trying to ball we used to fail PE class
Clutching where I sleep at
Told the streets I be back
My pops told me the same thing where the fuck was he at