Believe It
I put in work like it's 9 to 5
When it's twelve then i come alive
You can talk tell me that's a lie
I won't judge you dont know my life
Grind so hard never satisfied
You say I'm just selfish
Maybe you don't get this
This shits like a practice that i practice yeah i practice
Tuesday then I'm balling in the big leagues with them foreigns
Leather gloves still on me
Know that I'm on that cash shit, all em big bills, that hash shit
You stay in the back seats, with them bleached jeans, fake gold rings
Wonder how you stay hating
Hit me it up if it pays you
Some shits just faze me
So mad, you ain't buzzin
Had to leach for some hot shit
Whole life in fake d
If it's RHIC it's some dope shit
If it's thick, let's go fish
Over hundred miles I'm speeding
On a demon time bitch I'm fiending
They wouldn't see it now won't believe it
Bout to flick the switch so they see it
I go hard, mad hard
Amex black, want That
I am Pep,not Ten Hag
Work so hard to get half back
Hit em up with the massive attack
Staying all night on that facetime
Is it right am i doing enough
Mail me back with that gift card
On a low i can paste that
At the studio when its break time
Can't wait to go full time
Put in hundred plus one
Making money for my grandson
It means a lot when i want more
This real life just like a fucking war
Got my ammo men i'm strapped up
Over hundred miles I'm speeding
On a demon time bitch I'm fiending
They wouldn't see it now won't believe it
Bout to flick the switch so they see it
When it's twelve then i come alive
You can talk tell me that's a lie
I won't judge you dont know my life
Grind so hard never satisfied
You say I'm just selfish
Maybe you don't get this
This shits like a practice that i practice yeah i practice
Tuesday then I'm balling in the big leagues with them foreigns
Leather gloves still on me
Know that I'm on that cash shit, all em big bills, that hash shit
You stay in the back seats, with them bleached jeans, fake gold rings
Wonder how you stay hating
Hit me it up if it pays you
Some shits just faze me
So mad, you ain't buzzin
Had to leach for some hot shit
Whole life in fake d
If it's RHIC it's some dope shit
If it's thick, let's go fish
Over hundred miles I'm speeding
On a demon time bitch I'm fiending
They wouldn't see it now won't believe it
Bout to flick the switch so they see it
I go hard, mad hard
Amex black, want That
I am Pep,not Ten Hag
Work so hard to get half back
Hit em up with the massive attack
Staying all night on that facetime
Is it right am i doing enough
Mail me back with that gift card
On a low i can paste that
At the studio when its break time
Can't wait to go full time
Put in hundred plus one
Making money for my grandson
It means a lot when i want more
This real life just like a fucking war
Got my ammo men i'm strapped up
Over hundred miles I'm speeding
On a demon time bitch I'm fiending
They wouldn't see it now won't believe it
Bout to flick the switch so they see it
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