Scotty Cain - Believe Me (Freestyle) lyrics

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Scotty Cain - Believe Me (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] I'mma survivor and I stack a lot of bands padna' I get betta' and betta' in and out the can padna' f**in' all them hoes never meant a lot [?] rounds, sippin drank, me and bird in the drop All my n***as onehunnit plus they be quick to squeeze Keep it onehunnit lie once I never believe On Sherwood Forest with a half I'm bout to stop and z [Verse 2] Smoke somethin', f** my b**h, and afta' that I gotta leave Get back to the yo and drop some hits work on my new cd Protected, don't need no security, keep my .223 n***as shot at me and missed, so I told 'em pray He gon need God, when I shoot I'm goin' for the face I only f** with silent n***as keep that popper with me Big stacks, ain't no dollas in it straight hunnits and fifties Pull 'em out in front a n***a b**h now she wanna f** with me All because I rap, and I'm the hottest yungin' in the city [Verse 3] I'mma dive behind my daughter and that's on my daughter Guns don't k** people, people with daughters be cautious I used to struggle out the mud stay clutchin tha' .40 Now I'm up with double cups, bands and diamonds flossin' Flash them racks, I used to do, cause I ain't have sh** f**in' n***a's hoe that's talkin cause he got a bad b**h My guards always up you gon' get spanked tryin' that crash sh** You in yo feelings bout a hoe Yo hoe the one who gag dick [Verse 3] Everybody show me love cause I'm a real n***a Don't Sugar coat it Not a baller That's why they f**ing with me Any n***a play, no hesitate we handle business Free my brother Chad and for my enemies may God be witchu I don't ever second guess a n***a cause it's real Dude p**y, but you gotta' watch 'em tho' 'cause pussies k** I'on't feel sh** but God and that's how I live I ain't join down for nothin' No talkin' you know the deal [Verse 4] I be gettin' it cause I'm tryna' get a ticket My n***a locked up, he grindin' when his hoe's [?] n***a snitch, zip 'em up 'eres nothin' he can mention Hoes gossip, nah I'm on my sh** they tryna' get me Real life, shootin' that n***a's gon' get you stripes You the type to brag about the sh** That sh**'ll get you life Now you in that cell stressin' n***a in n out yo wife You can't trip about that sh** 'cause you the one who rolled the dice [Verse 5] In my hood, a lot of soldiers fell Most of the n***as gone, [?] them n**s neva' tell I came from that section, we grew up from usin' scales And the product we slangin' brangin' the junkies, clientale n***a takin' hits, and think it's all gravy Until they people double back with somethin' from the navy Clip carry 80, and you ain't even strapped Up the clap, put yo' head in yo' lap you ain't gon' make it