Believe In Me
I'm from the bottom I'm just tryna get my shit straight
I got these hollows Issa problem get ya shit baked
I'm bout a dollar I want all them I need that big bank
That money calling I be balling off of instinct
Think she gone line me Shawty I can't do a quick link
I keep a chop you never know around this way
45 shit get loud when this bitch spray
Don't play around I play the block for that quick pape
And I rather test a judge before I testify
I lost my dog I'd go to hell to bring him back to life
Was fucked up locked in cuffs i ain't have no rights
I got some wrongs got some strong and better price
Shit we used to pedal work on a pedal bike
I from the dirt we just looking for a better life
Just for them bills we was posted out there every night
I had a name had game before I had the mic
I'm taking off go hard grind smart
I go through pain stand tall make it art
I can't fall on point like a dart
Can never be a lame don't play games I play my part
Understand all the struggles of a street nigga
The world cold so he gotta keep that heat with him
You watched us starve hell naw you can't eat wit us
I'm a g jeans g raw this ain't cheap denim
I'm from the bottom I'm just tryna get my shit straight
I got these hollows issa problem get ya shit baked
I'm bouta dollar I want all them I need that big bank
That money calling I be balling off of instinct
Think she gone line me Shawty I can't do a quick link
I keep a chop you never know around this way
45 shit get loud when this bitch spray
Don't play around I play the block for that quick pape
From the land of no regrets
Fiji land that's the set
Bitch I'm running up a check
Till Im running outta breath
You want smoke nigga bet
Show em how to make a mess
Niggas know where it's at
Ion gotta make a mess
Im just grinding for some mils get the fam straight
I was trapping wasn't worried bout a fan base
We come through blowing spin ya shit like some fan blades
Hand and hand with the grams this money hand made
I'm from the bottom I'm just tryna get my shit straight
I got these hollows issa problem get ya shit baked
I'm bouta dollar I want all them I need that big bank
That money calling I be balling off of instinct
Think she gone line me Shawty I can't do a quick link
I keep a chop you never know around this way
45 shit get loud when this bitch spray
Don't play around I play the block for that quick pape
I got these hollows Issa problem get ya shit baked
I'm bout a dollar I want all them I need that big bank
That money calling I be balling off of instinct
Think she gone line me Shawty I can't do a quick link
I keep a chop you never know around this way
45 shit get loud when this bitch spray
Don't play around I play the block for that quick pape
And I rather test a judge before I testify
I lost my dog I'd go to hell to bring him back to life
Was fucked up locked in cuffs i ain't have no rights
I got some wrongs got some strong and better price
Shit we used to pedal work on a pedal bike
I from the dirt we just looking for a better life
Just for them bills we was posted out there every night
I had a name had game before I had the mic
I'm taking off go hard grind smart
I go through pain stand tall make it art
I can't fall on point like a dart
Can never be a lame don't play games I play my part
Understand all the struggles of a street nigga
The world cold so he gotta keep that heat with him
You watched us starve hell naw you can't eat wit us
I'm a g jeans g raw this ain't cheap denim
I'm from the bottom I'm just tryna get my shit straight
I got these hollows issa problem get ya shit baked
I'm bouta dollar I want all them I need that big bank
That money calling I be balling off of instinct
Think she gone line me Shawty I can't do a quick link
I keep a chop you never know around this way
45 shit get loud when this bitch spray
Don't play around I play the block for that quick pape
From the land of no regrets
Fiji land that's the set
Bitch I'm running up a check
Till Im running outta breath
You want smoke nigga bet
Show em how to make a mess
Niggas know where it's at
Ion gotta make a mess
Im just grinding for some mils get the fam straight
I was trapping wasn't worried bout a fan base
We come through blowing spin ya shit like some fan blades
Hand and hand with the grams this money hand made
I'm from the bottom I'm just tryna get my shit straight
I got these hollows issa problem get ya shit baked
I'm bouta dollar I want all them I need that big bank
That money calling I be balling off of instinct
Think she gone line me Shawty I can't do a quick link
I keep a chop you never know around this way
45 shit get loud when this bitch spray
Don't play around I play the block for that quick pape
Credits
Writer(s): Uzziyah Davis
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