Believe Me

I'mma survivor and I stack a lot of bands padna'
I get betta' and betta' in and out the can padna'
Fucking all them hoes never meant a lot
[?] rounds, sippin drank, me and bird in the drop
All my niggas onehunnit plus they be quick to squeeze
Keep it onehunnit lie once I never believe
On Sherwood Forest with a half I'm bout to stop and z

Smoke something, fuck my bitch, and afta' that I gotta leave
Get back to the yo and drop some hits work on my new cd
Protected, don't need no security, keep my .223
Niggas shot at me and missed, so I told 'em pray
He gon need God, when I shoot I'm going for the face
I only fuck with silent niggas keep that popper with me
Big stacks, ain't no dollas in it straight hunnits and fifties
Pull 'em out in front a nigga bitch now she wanna fuck with me
All because I rap, and I'm the hottest yunging in the city

I'mma dive behind my daughter and that's on my daughter
Guns don't kill people, people with daughters be cautious
I used to struggle out the mud stay clutchin tha' .40
Now I'm up with double cups, bands and diamonds flossing
Flash them racks, I used to do, cause I ain't have shit
Fucking nigga's hoe that's talkin cause he got a bad bitch
My guards always up you gon' get spanked trying that crash shit
You in yo feelings bout a hoe
Yo hoe the one who gag dick

Everybody show me love cause I'm a real nigga
Don't sugar coat it not a baller
That's why they fucking with me
Any nigga play, no hesitate we handle business
Free my brother Chad and for my enemies may God be witchu
I don't ever second guess a nigga cause it's real
Dude pussy, but you gotta' watch 'em tho' 'cause pussies kill
I'on't feel shit but God and that's how I live
I ain't join down for nothing
No talking you know the deal

I be getting it cause I'm tryna' get a ticket
My nigga locked up, he grinding when his hoe's [?]
Nigga snitch, zip 'em up 'eres nothing he can mention
Hoes gossip, nah I'm on my shit they tryna' get me
Real life, shooting that nigga's gon' get you stripes
You the type to brag about the shit
That shit'll get you life
Now you in that cell stressing
Nigga in n out yo wife
You can't trip about that shit 'cause you the one who rolled the dice

In my hood, a lot of soldiers fell
Most of the niggas gone, [?] them niggs neva' tell
I came from that section, we grew up from using scales
And the product we slanging branging the junkies, clientale
Nigga taking hits, and think it's all gravy
Until they people double back with something from the navy
Clip carry 80, and you ain't even strapped
Up the clap, put yo' head in yo' lap you ain't gon' make it