Gringo the MC - Believe Me lyrics

f** around and get the business like your daddy died They tend to underestimate and over an*lyze She hit the show and she got ratchet with your man tonight And 'fore she hit the crib she took a drive to let her panties dry Ridin' through the city got the answers on my appetite I've been living good but now I'm tryna live a lavish life Yes I live a savage life, higher than the satellites Really I'm a k**er I use rappin' as an alibi 50 on the Rockets, Vegas say I'm f**in' crazy I'ma hit the lottery and holler "f** you pay me" Ain't a p**y that can play me, I am doper than the 80's So I'm ridin' round to Eazy with a couple Reagan babies And I goes in, leave the kid alone cause you don't know him 'Less you bad as f** and tryna roll with I been on some more sh**, from the ghost coast to every ocean But I landed back in Houston so I'm drankin' purple potion Contender in the game, you pretending for the fame I'll put a bomb under your car, I'll put an ending to your name That ain't me but ya'll gon' tempt me with the flame Until I'm burning down your trap just for the f**ing entertainment I hope to god that everybody hear me when I say I don't quite know the objective but I clearly win the game I was with it off the jump and I'll be with it for the landin' It's going down like the Titanic And b**h I'm on my life boat party with a white ho army I go kamehameha soon as the lights go on me Smoke a blunt and get a boost I got that nitro on me You swear we bros but I put it on my life you don't know me (THAT'S REAL) I swear I do this sh** like it's simple I'm livin' like I don't give a sh** about sh** but the pencil And the pad, in the lab every night yeah I'm workin' 40 hours, 50 hours every week 'til it's perfect I'ma beast with these verses and I'm just scratching the surface You a dime for a dozen dummy you practically worthless And it's like, how the f** you don't know 'bout me? I'm the youngin' who been gunnin' on the path to be perfect Pour the drank in the Blimpie cup and sip out it slow Take a seat, play a beat, and then I whip up the dope Tell a friend to tell a friend to tell they b**h that i'm dope If anybody bring me beef then I'll be slittin' it's throat And that's the truth for whoever wanna hear it Middle fingers to the sky I'm just worried about appearance Could set the wrong impression, be polite and meet the parents But they'd think of me as fake when they say he ain't fit for marriage I'm gone, do it for the family cause I owe 'em that In and out of jail but I ain't bout to let it hold me back Made it from a reggie to a dodie bag, blowin' church like a motherf**in' holy man I put the team up on my back I put these tracks up on the scale It say that each one's worth a rack, just put 'em out and give 'em hell I had to do it cause I had no other option I k** it then put the nail in the coffin Everybody talkin' bout the boy cause he's too dope Whack rappers getting all their money through the loopholes Throw it at me bet you that I hit it like it's two hoes Throw it at me bet you that I hit it like I'm Pujols Iller than your average, I be up in traffic Weavin' with the KO like a motherf**er Ca**ius Life is a Mercedez, let me drive it, bet I crash it Babies havin' babies, Honey b**boo winnin' pageants Preacher man been makin' money so he full of pa**ion And the television blames it on the rapping Ya'll got me f**ed up, pour another cup up These b**hes got me stressed out, I gotta tell them what's up Me and chris are on our grizzy 'til we dizzy die f** a b**h unless she have my kids or get me high No diploma but this rapping sh** should get me by Tear it into Pisces if she's Aries or she's Gemini I need DeNiro I can't pay the rent with Pesci I could be the greatest ever if you let me 7 grand, what kinda bus that gonna get me? f** it, guess we trappin' out the Chevy Motherf**er come and get me, over my dead body If you wanna take my place gotta pop that shotty Got the liquor out at Weavers, the kush I got at Bobbi's Dynamite all in my pocket just in case they wanna rob me I'm faded, but girl that's nothin' new If you don't f** with me then let me f** with you I rep the 402 and everything I talk is true and anyone who knows me motherf**ing already knew b**h I do the thang, and I don't need a Rolly or a chain f** the b**hes throwing dirt out on my name Doper than c**aine, through my lyrics you can feel my pain But now I'm living good and I'm the one to blame You can find me on that R.S., that R.S And I don't need a hashtag to show you I'm next I beat it up right and then I use the hard left Got these b**hes callin' me the new Ron Artest I be on my wild sh**, on my solo dolo single-file sh** And I don't need nobody else to ride with Nobody to confide in, I just need my bro on the Mac So he can roll me a blunt and then throw on a track (WHAT UP CHRIS?) They ain't ready for this sh** It's to the point where some these dudes about to let me f** they b**h They know I'm crazy they don't really want to let me make it rich They ain't really got a choice, my sh** was heavy from the rip (FROM THE RIP) I'm beefin' with the game because it needs to be confronted Talkin' fake and actin' real but looking like the f**ing dumbest I don't know why they do it, I don't know why they do it But 'til the day they stop it I'ma expose 'em all for stupid