Believe It
A nigga been stuck, these niggass been tweakin
I'm throwin' the ones, these bitches been leachin
It's your boy Duke, man, I'm all on the speaker
It's your boy Duke, man, you better believe it
Yeah, you better believe it
Goddamn, you better believe it
Yeah, these niggas been tweakin
Niggas been goddamn sleepin
Goddamn niggas, they didn't believe me, yeah
A nigga been stuck, oh yeah
These niggas been tweakin
I'm throwin' the ones, yeah
These bitches been leachin
It's your boy Duke, man, I'm all on the speaker
It's your boy Duke, man, I been a believer
Been a believer, dripped in that white
A nigga the cleanest, I'm might deceive her
Snortin' that white, don't need no Kleenex
That bitch my type, I swear she the meanest
Niggaa been big, I'm not the leanest
Cannot see me I feel like John Cena
She like to dance, no ballerina
I get it hot, feel like a fever
I feel like I'm runnin' this bitch
Think when I shoot, I won't miss
Never had to carry no blick
My mommas was straps with sticks
And I was just hittin' them licks
But now I'm just makin' these hits
I just wanna do it legit
I mean, I've been bout a check
And that's why they breakin' they necks
Cause I'm as real as it gets
I never been scared of no threats
My niggas with me, yeah, I'm protected
We hoop, I promise we all used to the pressure
And I am the truth, it's your boy Duke
Niggaa, yeah, come learn your lesson
Fuckin' with me, she think I'm outlandish
She look like snow, think she Icelandic
She is a strip, I'm about to land it
Hittin' this Stiizy nigga seeing planets
I got the green, you thought I planned it
Conspiracy, a nigga was planted
I had that ice, niggaa, Titanic
Yeah, goddamn, a niggaa done messed up
Cuttin' that lean with the Fanta
Got the blunt all rolled in the mantle
Been faded, need an enhancer
She shakin' that shit, she a dancer
Throwin' these bands don't impress her
About to shoot my shot, no suppressor
Been gettin' this money, I'm blessed up
Big love to my city, Phoenix, what's up
Yeah, yeah, what up? What up
Nigga just tryna get the funds up
Bad bitch tryna get her buns up
Lavish, a niggaa been froze up
She average, I ain't gon' control her
Dancin', blasting controlla
Toxic, drive a Corolla
Just ask, somebody gon' know her
A classic my nigga, you know it
A marvel, I'm feelin' heroic
Not my ego she strokin
A niggaa could really keep goin
It's nothin' to me, I'm just flowin
I mean, you really could call me a porcelain
I'm runnin' this shit like some horses
Might get stains on these forces
I'm throwin' the ones, these bitches been leachin
It's your boy Duke, man, I'm all on the speaker
It's your boy Duke, man, you better believe it
Yeah, you better believe it
Goddamn, you better believe it
Yeah, these niggas been tweakin
Niggas been goddamn sleepin
Goddamn niggas, they didn't believe me, yeah
A nigga been stuck, oh yeah
These niggas been tweakin
I'm throwin' the ones, yeah
These bitches been leachin
It's your boy Duke, man, I'm all on the speaker
It's your boy Duke, man, I been a believer
Been a believer, dripped in that white
A nigga the cleanest, I'm might deceive her
Snortin' that white, don't need no Kleenex
That bitch my type, I swear she the meanest
Niggaa been big, I'm not the leanest
Cannot see me I feel like John Cena
She like to dance, no ballerina
I get it hot, feel like a fever
I feel like I'm runnin' this bitch
Think when I shoot, I won't miss
Never had to carry no blick
My mommas was straps with sticks
And I was just hittin' them licks
But now I'm just makin' these hits
I just wanna do it legit
I mean, I've been bout a check
And that's why they breakin' they necks
Cause I'm as real as it gets
I never been scared of no threats
My niggas with me, yeah, I'm protected
We hoop, I promise we all used to the pressure
And I am the truth, it's your boy Duke
Niggaa, yeah, come learn your lesson
Fuckin' with me, she think I'm outlandish
She look like snow, think she Icelandic
She is a strip, I'm about to land it
Hittin' this Stiizy nigga seeing planets
I got the green, you thought I planned it
Conspiracy, a nigga was planted
I had that ice, niggaa, Titanic
Yeah, goddamn, a niggaa done messed up
Cuttin' that lean with the Fanta
Got the blunt all rolled in the mantle
Been faded, need an enhancer
She shakin' that shit, she a dancer
Throwin' these bands don't impress her
About to shoot my shot, no suppressor
Been gettin' this money, I'm blessed up
Big love to my city, Phoenix, what's up
Yeah, yeah, what up? What up
Nigga just tryna get the funds up
Bad bitch tryna get her buns up
Lavish, a niggaa been froze up
She average, I ain't gon' control her
Dancin', blasting controlla
Toxic, drive a Corolla
Just ask, somebody gon' know her
A classic my nigga, you know it
A marvel, I'm feelin' heroic
Not my ego she strokin
A niggaa could really keep goin
It's nothin' to me, I'm just flowin
I mean, you really could call me a porcelain
I'm runnin' this shit like some horses
Might get stains on these forces
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Writer(s): Trikev Cobb
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