please believe me
Tell you something, that shit is infuriating
You ever go through that, you know it'll make you crazy
You'll be screaming at your best friends
I didn't touch that bitch, nigga, I'll kill you
Fuck you, nigga, I'll kill you
Please believe me
Please believe me
Look, I keep telling them
Quit playing with me
This ain't a game
But it's a sport
I could've balled
But I was short
Could get a job
But mama I'm rapping
Look what had happened was
I was too deep in the corporate
'Til I was forced to figure what passion was
When this work, I'll never work again
It's too much risk, I get it
Stay out the mix, I get it
Niggas be ignorant
When they say it's bliss, I get it
But I'm finna learn ya
I can't be fighting with niggas on Twitter
When I got a brother that's fighting a murder
Paperwork for my baby mama
I just paid me a nigga to serve her
Bina just got a subpoena
I put a 30 up under the Nina
Fifteen'll hold a hundred in it
And one up top, I'm a overachiever
Hol' up, wait
What do you mean by that
Stella by the pint
Damn, I remember selling the lean by that
Used to want the Act
Now I want a plaque
Used to want to splurge
Now I wanna stack
Hol' up, matter fact
Watch me
Break lil' mama back and don't step on a crack
Superstitious like I'm Stevie
It's hard work, but not no luck
Please believe me
It's hard work, not no luck
Please believe me
And you know it's going up
Please believe me
You know I don't give a fuck
Please believe me
Please believe me, yeah
Say it then I stand on it
Draw up the plan
Put my mans on it
Ooh I'm a visionary
I got a hell of a road map
No pit stop on my itinerary
Yeah, you know where I'm going with this
Ring around the rosie
Presidential band cozy
Wrap the rollie over the wrist
(Wow, fancy)
I do what I want
I say what I want
It ain't no rules
Be the GOAT
Or stay on the boat
I had to choose
If I gotta drop the bag
It ain't no flex
I might start a OnlyFans and tag my ex
Yeah
Look, MRH the great
And the yams touch the greens
But this a plate
It's not no date
Superstitious like I'm Stevie
It's hard work, but not no luck
Please believe me
It's hard work, not no luck
Please believe me
And you know it's going up
Please believe me
You know I don't give a fuck
Please believe me
Please believe me, yeah
It's hard work, not no luck
Please believe me
And you know it's going up
Please believe me
You know I don't give a fuck
Please believe me
Please believe me, yeah
You ever go through that, you know it'll make you crazy
You'll be screaming at your best friends
I didn't touch that bitch, nigga, I'll kill you
Fuck you, nigga, I'll kill you
Please believe me
Please believe me
Look, I keep telling them
Quit playing with me
This ain't a game
But it's a sport
I could've balled
But I was short
Could get a job
But mama I'm rapping
Look what had happened was
I was too deep in the corporate
'Til I was forced to figure what passion was
When this work, I'll never work again
It's too much risk, I get it
Stay out the mix, I get it
Niggas be ignorant
When they say it's bliss, I get it
But I'm finna learn ya
I can't be fighting with niggas on Twitter
When I got a brother that's fighting a murder
Paperwork for my baby mama
I just paid me a nigga to serve her
Bina just got a subpoena
I put a 30 up under the Nina
Fifteen'll hold a hundred in it
And one up top, I'm a overachiever
Hol' up, wait
What do you mean by that
Stella by the pint
Damn, I remember selling the lean by that
Used to want the Act
Now I want a plaque
Used to want to splurge
Now I wanna stack
Hol' up, matter fact
Watch me
Break lil' mama back and don't step on a crack
Superstitious like I'm Stevie
It's hard work, but not no luck
Please believe me
It's hard work, not no luck
Please believe me
And you know it's going up
Please believe me
You know I don't give a fuck
Please believe me
Please believe me, yeah
Say it then I stand on it
Draw up the plan
Put my mans on it
Ooh I'm a visionary
I got a hell of a road map
No pit stop on my itinerary
Yeah, you know where I'm going with this
Ring around the rosie
Presidential band cozy
Wrap the rollie over the wrist
(Wow, fancy)
I do what I want
I say what I want
It ain't no rules
Be the GOAT
Or stay on the boat
I had to choose
If I gotta drop the bag
It ain't no flex
I might start a OnlyFans and tag my ex
Yeah
Look, MRH the great
And the yams touch the greens
But this a plate
It's not no date
Superstitious like I'm Stevie
It's hard work, but not no luck
Please believe me
It's hard work, not no luck
Please believe me
And you know it's going up
Please believe me
You know I don't give a fuck
Please believe me
Please believe me, yeah
It's hard work, not no luck
Please believe me
And you know it's going up
Please believe me
You know I don't give a fuck
Please believe me
Please believe me, yeah
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Writer(s): Miles Harris
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