Bond (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment) - Believers lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Spiega, Goldenchild, and billy woods) ft. Shist - "Believers” [Produced by Bond (AKA 007)] [Verse 1: Spiega] Let's wake ‘em up now. Who's sleeping to rise? Widen them eyes and realize the deal: starving individuals k**ed But what's real? Maybe the truth outside the system Envisioned inside the word of the only one true and living: Christ We're living life with instructions on how to use it. I Improve it by renewing my mind and put it to music Abuse it? Never say never. Even the clever have fallen One nation under God, indivisible is the calling In God we trust bust as justice went to emergency currently The trust went from God to the currency Heard of me? Doesn't matter. Heard of Him becomes the issue Your props don't mean a thing ‘cause you can't take it with you Missed you at the reunion. You in trouble when he's coming Like a thief in the night. Peep the nation that be bubbling Wondering about the outcome. I doubt some will make it through Everyday is the last day for some—today, it may be you I want to die in the arms of God—that's why we get high Hold my mother's hand all the way to the sky No alibis and lies. No goodbyes and why? I'd rather live but I want to die in the arms of God Peace [Verse 2: Shist] Label me Official, nasty, yes. The a** you kiss May it be the last you diss, you pa**ive biss I'll blast my piss, a plastic b**h through drasticness Everyday struggle activist who mastered this Form of flow with drug connects, thugs that Bugging, bro, with TECs to spread three ‘gets On shorties' necks. My lead injects fate and infects The doves that vex me, especially disre- -spect me. You best be blowing your own horn Like Gillespie. Wanting to test me is suicidal Homicidal, I'll hold a title in rivalry battling Overshattering, a**ault and battering, leaving you Scattered and multiple veterans are flatter than white lime You write rhymes? Well, good then. Go write lines If you bite lines, you'll bite mine so I can get paid Broke, little n***a living in shade on Sundays No fun days. Where I'm from, stick ‘em in runways Here I come. Look at the gun blaze. Realize, son Who let his tongue run loosie? Like Newports and wet coochie, [?]? [Verse 3: Goldenchild] Yo, let's drift in New York and ain't a damn thing change Everybody's on the grind, searching for loose change And the blame to the game, the same corruption Same politics, but the man's got a new name: Doomsberg. A billionaire queer has spoke Sticking dick to a**, a ma**ive without coke Praying that we choke from dope and genocide Where crooked cops abuse laws just to hide No d**. Locks people away for petty crime So men got to do what they do to survive (n***a) [Verse 4: billy woods] God is dead. Lift your wine. Eyes on The prize so long, we blind. True believers Got it in their veins. Babylon use their brain Rain/Reign like Taliban crush idols Throw off the Bible on the A-Train, bubble letters Candy-cane bloody scepters. Pawns get jumped Like checkers—king ‘em. [?] Catching visions. Bring ‘em to Galilee Speaking tongues to my people in prison, I'm out here But what man is truly free? Allah gave him the tip. Jesus flipped D.T.'s found Judas in the whip, one bullet out His clip. Whitey's on the moon and n***as is still Cleaning grip. Paradise lost the Buddha Paul thinking John is the shooter, blowing The building, coming from first-born children Splash blood on the door. What do you believe, n***as?