Styles P - Nobody Believes Me - 43916 lyrics

Ahh... today's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha... This is a true story ladies and gentlemen You might not believe it though But f** it, thats why I'm the ghost (Styles) I'm about to open up Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up He said (Cross) Your gun is in the closet flippin Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me up (Styles) So I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrong with you?" (Sheek) You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you (Styles) I said I just beat a case daddy And I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy Then the hammer said (Sheek) Man listen, used the knife twice in a row Tell me if the plan switchin Cause we used to get around together We used to put n***as down together, tell me if it's now or never (Styles) I said hammer take it easy baby Cause I got n***as to k** and I would never do you greasy baby And all you gotta do is chill a while And then the hammer said "cool" cuz you know that I feel you Styles (Chorus: Styles) I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me But nobody believe that my knife talk to me I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me But nobody believe that my haze talk to me I got a story to tell, my money talk to me But nobody believe that my money talk to me (Styles) My knife said to me (Cross) I hawk n***as down, bust arteries (Styles) And he get bright red for me Knife you my n***a but leave me alone I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone I said "Haze what the hell is up?" He said (J-Hood) You know how we do, you know that we crew So where's the vanilla dutch (Styles) Rolling something up Thinking about k**ing every rapper in the game And holding something up My haze said to me (J-Hood) You need to calm down when the rage come to you 'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you But you don't give a f** So just open up your book and let your page come to you (Styles) Even though I'm humble and noble I don't give a f** You ain't tryin to hear me I'mma shoot through your mobile It's funny, I'll stalk you Hold up my n***as, it ain't a convo 'less your money start talking (Chorus) (Styles) My money spoke to me It said sh** that if it wasn't for his a** there wouldn't be no hope for me Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me And said the hammer oughta blast at me He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail Take a look at the cars and the crib I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth Even paid for the birds when you moved n***as south sh**, I'm the reason why the block jumping Let a n***a try to stop something, D-Block'll pop something And I'm the reason why you ride or die Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot n***as in the eye I said money you the root of evil How they print "In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people But I'm a hard felon So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling (Chorus)