Courtesy - Believe In lyrics

(Hook) (Verse 1) This is for the haters, who want to talk smack I'm servin MCs like waiters, ya better walk back Stand them all in line, and decease one Preferably the obese one, With a police gun And release none, "Maurice, Son" Let me join in and stab her neck line Kick her in groin & grab a TEC-9 In the lab wit Tech-N9ne, like what the heck N9ne Bullets blow his brain a dab will wreck mine Let's check mine, let's examine it Stressing about this exam & sh** People dying like the famine hit So i'm only living for my fam & sh** I'm blocked like a dam & sh** Glock co*kin, god damnit, sh** I gotta stand tall, take my hand y'all Waitin for a hundred grand call Until then im sellin pot on the run It's all fun until i get shot wit a gun Hopin i will not be the one (Hook) (Verse 2) What do I believe in? I believe in leavin My past persona of thievin & decievin I believe in achievin success wit out grievin Over gods plan for me & my boy Stephen Cuz see Courtesy is sinnin not winnin I'm spinnin the mag chamber as the devils grinnin He's pinnin hard me down its the last innin at the mound I gotta keep playin my sound & praying im found I'm spraying this round, as you decay in the ground Done paying for pounds & conveying my sk** Nobody saying i'm ill & so my minds swaying to k** I won't stop till i'll laying a mill, on my mommas table & see a smile on her face Its been a while at this pace I don't even smoke dro or strain Nobody knows my pain Why do these hoes obstain From seein me but come around when Courtesy blows his brain (Hook) (Verse 3) Ignorance runs deeper than precision incisions Ya decisions are based off of politicians visions They tell you the divisions Between right and wrong Which made me write this song My will to fight is strong But I can't fight for long If I stand alone on this cold cruel earth My rhymes dirtier than an old school birth But I still get no regards or recognition I'd love to see you retards in my position The sh** ive seen has scarred my condition I leave every track charred thru my ambition I got ammunition and I'm ready to fire Rhymin so my mom has a steady retire So I can pay back all the cash I stole The fire ain't over, I won't ash the bowl Saving flames like I got stash of coal None of y'all will be able to smash my goal