[Verse 1: Missy Sera] Give me a dollar and a dream, because life ain't what it seems I mastered all this madness just to live out all my dreams I took a road that's way less traveled, I'm shooting for the stars My life got wrote by heaven just so I could be with Mars The streets ain't never want me, didn't think I could survive They took my money and my freedom, but they couldn't take my life They couldn't take my pride regardless of the things they tried I am custom built by God I am the Bonnie to his Clyde I was always doubted, no one wanted to believe People love to see me down they didn't want me to succeed They don't want me to achieve the greatness I am meant to be They don't really have a choice, because you know I'm backed by Vee I just need a ray of hope to get me through this night It's like this tunnels been so long and I am longing for the light And for those times I need to breath, you give me something to believe And to this world I offer up my blood for your reprieve [Hook] So give me something to believe Cause I am living just to breath And I need something more To keep on breathing for So give me something to believe [Verse 2: Cardiac] (Yes) With Missy and Vee together, this nothing short of a cla**ic World drastically declining, no more free pa**es This soul food to lift hip hop right out the ashes The purge is so real time to release The Madness I respect Art, thinkers with longevity Music saved my life so lame I could never be, (Nah) If it ain't my time cool, just improve the recipe Can't blame the fans they gotta eat, but nothing's free, (Ok) This for the ones that was told that they couldn't Had dreams deterred whole locked in central booking Birds eye view, depends where you looking No matter the situation you can do it keep cooking The game needs new blood, my fangs so fresh In the way of my success I detach 'em from their flesh Thoughts become things on the road to my dreams We need something to believe to bring peace to the streets, lets go! [Hook] [Verse 3: Smash Adams] I need a reason to believe a good deed is its own reward I'm starving and it's easy to leave my morals at the door I don't know why it feels like karma wants to go to war Cause I'm not in love with money, but I don't like being poor Of course I've never been a saint, but I can practice what I preach And I can act on what I say and keep my grasp within my reach I'd rather chase the things I want while I preserve the things I need So I continue being hungry to afford the cost of beats And that's just how it goes, I've got to see it through Hip hop is a powderkeg and I got the match to light the fuse I've got to bring the pain, no novacane, I'll pull your tooth So say nay now you naysayers I'm waiting for you to make me lose When I've got the herbal burning, concerned with my earnings I'm worried every time the first is recurring my pockets start hurting I got tokeep learning to fight the magic of Merlin But I've been cursed by Missy Sera so the madness is certain!