Can't Believe (feat. TKO Joey) [Remix]
Okay, it take more than trust to have a homie run with me
I be walking with my head high cause these niggas chumps to me
So much shit I can't believe I seen in front of me
I saw a dog to a snake into a rat into a flea
I ain't cooking unless its in the stu but we got cutlery
It's gon' surprise you when it come out like a Jimmy Butler three
She a ten but I ain't sleazy hoe, we can't fuck for free
I'm 5'10 but these niggas hate that they look up to me
Fuck with you? I don't fuck with you, bitch stop touching me
I speak to myself in the mirror when I vent and
If I'm being honest, that's the realest nigga I met
I'ma buy my mama a crib, she ain't gotta worry about no rent
and I know you a nigga's pussy, I can tell by the scent
Like, niggas shot at me, all they did was leave a dent
And when I shot back, I done killed them and they friends
And it truly hurt my soul, we was broke and evicted
nigga had opps so I couldn't get a job in this bitch, so I risked it
Stuck in a trap in a stove, I was mixing
Back in high school, out the bookbag, I was serving
Had to ask Siri, what's the definition of family
Grew up a little different, had two siblings, they abandoned me
Running in the streets and my mama couldn't handle me
I was tired of being broke, so I'm building up this family
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive, if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive, if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
Half your nigga's pussy, only tough on the gram
Like, how your homie dead, you ain't spin for your mans
How your mama broke, but you flexing on these bands
Like, how you say she love you when she fucking on the gang
Louis on my fit, now these bitches say I'm funny
Same old bitch used to call a nigga bummy
Told her I go by Pharaoh, don't get wrapped like a mummy
Begging for apparel, do she love you or the money
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive,if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive, if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
I be walking with my head high cause these niggas chumps to me
So much shit I can't believe I seen in front of me
I saw a dog to a snake into a rat into a flea
I ain't cooking unless its in the stu but we got cutlery
It's gon' surprise you when it come out like a Jimmy Butler three
She a ten but I ain't sleazy hoe, we can't fuck for free
I'm 5'10 but these niggas hate that they look up to me
Fuck with you? I don't fuck with you, bitch stop touching me
I speak to myself in the mirror when I vent and
If I'm being honest, that's the realest nigga I met
I'ma buy my mama a crib, she ain't gotta worry about no rent
and I know you a nigga's pussy, I can tell by the scent
Like, niggas shot at me, all they did was leave a dent
And when I shot back, I done killed them and they friends
And it truly hurt my soul, we was broke and evicted
nigga had opps so I couldn't get a job in this bitch, so I risked it
Stuck in a trap in a stove, I was mixing
Back in high school, out the bookbag, I was serving
Had to ask Siri, what's the definition of family
Grew up a little different, had two siblings, they abandoned me
Running in the streets and my mama couldn't handle me
I was tired of being broke, so I'm building up this family
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive, if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive, if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
Half your nigga's pussy, only tough on the gram
Like, how your homie dead, you ain't spin for your mans
How your mama broke, but you flexing on these bands
Like, how you say she love you when she fucking on the gang
Louis on my fit, now these bitches say I'm funny
Same old bitch used to call a nigga bummy
Told her I go by Pharaoh, don't get wrapped like a mummy
Begging for apparel, do she love you or the money
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive,if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
Can't believe I made it, I'm just Pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead, so I put trust in God
100 in a Beamer, I be speeding for no reason
My brother be alive, if it ain't jam when he squeezed it
Credits
Writer(s): Youssef Katamesh
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