Sha Stimuli - Believe Me lyrics

[Verse One] [Sha Stimuli]: I don't know where to begin Without spending it's hard to get spins So if your computer's not on, then the spot that I start at is right where I'll end The only time I pushed a Benz was when the transmission died and I was riding wit my mens If I ain't do music with the people that I do it with, the truth is, I wouldn't have friends Some of my mixtapes were sloppy I don't think my burner has any bodies My album, it sold more copies than the label even thought and I showed that nothing can stop me I been doing this mad long I wouldn't say I made bad songs Maybe weak verses or the track wrong Some people thought that I was blackballed See, I was driving in my own lane Some other rappers had an EZ pa** These dudes snatched off my gold chain Thought they was trying to R.I.P my a** Busting shots that ain't aim at me I laughed at these young thug little guys I was feeling flattered that they came at me I asked ‘em if they knew my name was Stimuli Critics gon' say I'm missing arrogance But I ain't got no Mrs. I ain't married yet And I ain't got no kids so when you average that I sacrificed my life so u can have these tracks [Hook]: You gotta believe me I swear that you gotta believe me Somebody say "What I tell you is true...believe me" [Verse Two] [Sha Stimuli]: I won 2 awards for being underground And every year I say "I'm not going back!" But when I get nominated I come around Chasing that cheese gets you caught in traps My friends say that I should make a party song I told ‘em that my life is not a party yet I'm looking at this mission that I started on "Rest when you die" is what my father said And he worked ‘til his last day With Marlboro ashes in the ashtray I was trying to fight the stupid sad face But I still teared I really feel fear that my momma might go, before I make her life so Much better must get a mansion or nice home nuff cheddar, plush leather Furniture inside of it, so she could be proud as sh** Thank you for riding wit me Used to hit the club wearing sweatpants No haircut, hiding it with headbands All my girls I made sadder than Nets fans Had special powers, always the X-Man/ex-man [Hook]: You gotta believe me I swear that you gotta believe me Somebody say "What I tell you is true...believe me" [Verse Three] [Big Pooh]: They say I shouldn't have been a rapper Even momma kept asking about school and life after Some of my friends had doubts Guess your math got sloppy when you tried to count me out n***as Round peg square hole I could never be a star, I don't wear the right clothes I don't wear enough chains, even got a funny name Things went wrong and I too take blame Me and my brother stay beefing At times I think he likes starting sh** for no reason My life was in a spiral, down hill, cloudy forecast, no survival Revival of the fittest like a n***a eating spinach Glue ? I was cast as an appendage I would never make it by myself, need help I guess Little Brother ending wasn't good for my image I don't say what they want to hear If I went on 106 the crowd wouldn't cheer I don't smoke enough weed, I don't drink enough beers I ain't prove myself to y'all the past nine years I'm the rock...solid Cornerstone, pain relief medicine A little bit of Cordizone Step aside the people they don't want to clone I'm doing this for me VA's very own [Sha Stimuli] Believe what you see If you blink you may not get it, I dream when I ain't sleep I wanna be a wake ‘cause at my wake I won't be me any more Just a corpse with my spirit roaming free, help I'll shine but I might not make it rain My club song was fast but I was talking about my pain I tossed a couple quarters out when I was on the stage People said I made it drizzle, I thought I was throwing change "It's a metaphor y'all" I explained But they didn't wanna hear it now I'm looking in the mirror At a person that's reversing his purpose Like clean versions of verses without curses If you searching for perfect, look It's more than rapping and flows I'm a documentary disguised as a reality show It's more than rapping and flows I'm a documentary disguised as a reality show Damn, that's the way you gotta package it so you survive in the game The truth with a li/lie in my name