Yeah, shhh It was supposed to be you and I and the curtains closed But somewhere along the lines we switched episodes It's kinda like when Gina left Martin for New York Speaking of New York, the city is so lost Even with the Knicks lookin' to make the playoffs Spike is back on the court, and Jeter's still in the Bronx Bloomberg got the city ready for seance Go get your Ouija boards out n***az and pray on You want (Drama)? Get your f**in' (Kay Slay) on Still got the world on my shoulders, a n***a headstrong About to go in; you can lock my body contract my mind, my thoughts keep escapin' Power of the pen it work provoc' like Basquiat They fancy, 'cept I paint my pictures lyrically But fancy enough, b**h foamin' like a Swiss B And we ain't talkin' hoes, we talkin' Euros and raw weed [Chorus] Who do you believe in? Is it money or the man upstairs? Is it power or prayer? God bless the dead and f** the world fast What's progression if you never been through backlash n***a what do you believe in? 'Cause my money's on me, myself and I, my team and this music Y'all ain't gon' believe this Maybe it's my fault, or maybe y'all just makin' excuses Who do you believe in? Motherf**er the money is talkin' to me and tellin' me that it's lonely In need of new friends, preferably Grants and Franklins And the singles and the fives went to the b**hes Dubs is for wifin' in the club, no mention But you know who you are, n***a stop flinchin' Stop cuffin'; you may not think that it's a b**h but life's a hoe and everybody's been f**in'! See that's what I believe in With n o logic, no need for experience To f** the world would be a lifetime achievement You make it cum then e'rybody jump on the dick Y'all n***az full of sh**, that's why you f**in' a**holes And never smell the sh** stinkin' 'til you get sh**ted on f** 'em all, not for nothin' I ain't (Always On Time), too much ice in the vodka muh'f**er [Chorus]