Polo G - Better Believe It Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah I guess I guess, I fu*kin' guess [Verse 1] Wanted hood fame 'cause the love different Mobbin' with the gang, daily drug dealin' Rappers who to blame for me mud sippin' Puddle full of pain come from blood drippin' Just designer shoes, really no ambition He just savin' for the next club kickin' Shawty ain't got no morals but the dime or a five only time we judge b*tches Feel like fu*k the world, fu*k his enemies Dead ni**as in his lungs hittin' ni**a, ain't no guise when them thugs drillin' Just a bunch of sirens and them slugs spittin' Momma told me the block gon' always be there But not if it's gentrified, I'm just reppin' where I was raised ni**a, I ain't never had me an option to pick a side Lot of sh*t changed in the hood when my ni**as died Really don't shed tears but a ni**a cry Whether it's us or police, we get victimized Angry and ignorant, we never civilized fu*k a political figure 'cause I'm still a ni**a Can't win me over with a stimulus bribe Still want me stuck in the system They hate that we chosen to get kill 'em inside I can't breathe and this mask can't muzzle me Can't conform and they hate my reluctancy Yeah, I made it out the hood but it's stuck in me From the slums, always where the trouble be Ain't a rapper in my lane that can fu*k with me Man, this whole new generation is under me Don't know how I can say that sh*t humbly Way at the top, I'm just waitin' for company [Bridge] I mean it's, it's lonely up here, like It's cold, all type of sh*t, like But nah for real though, like I just really be thinkin' sometimes, I hear myself spit And I'm like "Who can really fu*k with me?" But that's another discussion [Verse 2] Do this sh*t for my ancestors in them slave fields rockin' corduroy's You can get the picture like a Polaroid ni**as' say we opps and we don't know them boys When these rapper's talkin', I be so annoyed Say they makin' noise but it's only noise A confrontation, what I won't avoid My confidence, that's what they won't destroy These ni**as missed they targets, hit the youth They ain't tryna bargain, they just shoot The apple don't fall too far from the tree Them guns that's loaded like forbidden fruit Line 'em all up then it's R.I.P., ain't apologizin' in the booth A prophecy, my life the livin' proof Give props to me, what I don't hear 'em do Keep sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. and they never believe it Quite frankly, I'm gettin' tired of tellin' you, Cletus I been on the roll like I'm paraplegic Way up on the opps, we'll never get even A lot of sick talk when them weapons be speakin' Go cry to white chalk 'cause they left him not breathin' Slave to the blockers, they chop what they teachin' That's why we outside in whatever the season A hundred years ago, they would've hanged us Before Cuban links, we was chained up Free the ones that asked that what we pray for Know a constitution, never made us I'm just waitin' on a revolution When no [?] when that day come Either house ni**a or a mansion ni**a That refusing's covered up a pay cut