SLAINE - Something To Believe In lyrics

[Verse:1 Lou Armstrong] Er'day I wake up to the same sh** I've been caking, Cheya But nowadays the more n***as hating Cheya, They in the cut sitting patient Waiting for me to meet God or Satan Cheya, I'm in the streets where the k**ers roam The villains know if you fake like silicone You talk about it but inside the kid a clone And under pressure he'll fold, Man I should've known sh** I deal with, Tryin' to make a mil. quick Still sick, Can find a real chick to chill with I know about a dollar, Neck frozen by the collar Them O's and then them timers, Goons holding on a Llama's TEC blowing for the drama, Got a choking for your mama Why she blowin' on this gamma, Getting low in the Bahamas Slaine said Lou, Get on some lyrical sh** It's a miracle I ain't spiritual the sh** that I live That real street sh**, Real n***as that I eat with Let the heat spit, getting caught and don't see sh** Running with k**ers of the grittiest kind It's Lou Armstrong AKA The City Is Mine c'mon [Verse:2 Patrick Starr] Three things I hate girls, women and b**hes Spit venom I hock spit, Vivica licked it Cynical fit a lyrical dick, I'm hot My temp. is dipped lyrical whip, I'm not To be f**ed with, Period lips With them pyramids I'm buried with spirituals fixed next to me Your whole crew is a terrible mix I'm a Don you're a pawn, America's b**h And you're quick to verticle flip Which means you snitch of heard of a tip b**h n***as skin you and turn you to mix Magic, Similar to an Earvin was sick Tragic, that's wear to a turban that ticks Flowing up memorial, sartorial showing it's fixed You're an orphan and me I done fathered you And often I'm awesome, The chips I done offered you It's big deal, But the deal might cost you [Verse:3 Moroney] Hey Yo Moroney, I'm the best bar none These lame a** rappers got bars, None I sh** bars it's a bar stool High off hallucinogenics, Looks like a cartoon Spark tools, Harpoons are harm dudes Wet 'em up while they in the whip, That's a carpool Your girlfriend is a b**h and you are too But she's down for the D too, So don't argue Anak-fly-talker Skywalker, High offa That Sour Patch, Holla back if you let your dollars stack Cats try to hate but take pics and ask for autograph Copy cats hang 'em up to dry like a towel rag I told y'all I ain't the runner up I'm so high, I'm literally running up Blunted up, with two L's, That's a double Dutch I'm on the bottom she's on the top, I'm cuming up [Verse:4 Blanco] The beam ready homie, Got 'em dropping like right now Them things heavy on me, Get 'em poppin' like right now Y'all better back down, quiet or hype down Or have some n***as right now, Lying your a** down Cause when the beef come these n***as never there We gonna bring it to your mans or whoever there I got them dudes on the streets and they rubber band Bullets crushing bones you can see we ain't never scared You can see that we everywhere O-Town to Bean Town, BX to B-More Still on the block trying to see checks to see more We ain't gonna stop till the whole team eat more We Hit Makerz, We get paper Get chicks to taste us, Berra said it the best And we ain't gonna stop never put it to rest It's HM motherf**er we the best of the best [Verse:5 Slaine] Look we all need something to believe in And this world i live inside of yeah it's trife You can pray to Jesus Christ for your f**ing life if you like You can be the white picket fence type with the wife You can knock her up twice, Hang the f**ing Christmas lights From the pipes, You know that b**hes trife When you come home from work and you find her getting piped By some jerk, Do you k** her with the knife? Cause the world crushed all that you believe in And she's living with the mailman in your crib And your kid's call him daddy while their mama drive a Caddy That those co*ks**ers paid for with your bread I would rather sip Goose from a plastic cup Get s**ed by my broad 'til I crash the truck I would rather quit a job where they treat me like a slob Turn the motherf**ing mall to a ma**acre Swear to God I ain't living like a dog I'm taking what I want 'til I'm living in the prison or a morgue Talking to myself the television isn't on Smoking chron on the lawn writing rhythms to a song That's who I been man, Who I'll always be I'm stil the same kid back from them hallways G So f** you if the world's against me I'll change the story all around imma emcee