Young Ben - Believe Me lyrics

[Verse 1] It's been me and young Ben off the rip Bout to buy a chopper on my hip In case motherf**er wanna trip I could make him do a Flip Neighbourhood where only human chirp If They see ya jaw moving Motherf**er you get merked Get merked Never knees in the dirt Rob the game for what it's worth Motherf**er what u heard I say f** what you heard I don't want I deserve I'd Rather rob a purse Put a body in the hearse Got blood my shirt And my heart it never hurt Like a king b**h I'm living like a king Got em shaking like karine Ima fiend When I get up on the beat Need a head in my hand So you know no it's no defeat Stomp his face with the cleats Ima motherf**er k**er When them temper elevating Celebration segregated Victory that I be tasting Young Ben [Verse 2] Say my name if you talking I ain't f**in with subliminals Why they keep dissin me when I'm the one who k**in em Put me on the street With no motherf**ing home See myself pushing birds Like raven Symone It's crazy what I'm on Take your baby then I'm Gone Motherf**ef I would light a f**in Fire in your home Get desire I'm alone Ima give ya wife the bone She could spent the night up on Up on This dick We don't get along but you know she get a long dick I suffocate that b**h like a motherf**in long kiss First degree murder When the youngin hop on it Thirsty peasant to a king You a f**ing pawn b**h Guaranteed to win You could bet I put it all in And it's I ronic Broke b**hes bawling What the f** yall want from me? What the f** ya'll want? Bad mcdonalds make the Mac spit This a f**on business You already know we taxin They stress and go bald When they hear me on wax and Put these rappers in a casket Stressed out Lightin blunts On my f**in last hit When I die In a river throw my ashes Hate it and contemplate it That crown Ima have to take it You Jealous I'm greatest like that man Lil Wayne is Man of the house Told my momma don't worry Don't let the money judge Man Motherf** a jury I'm in a f**ing hurry just to make it Feelin like I'm hungry and I walk around naked They ain't believe in the talent that I got I be battling a lot I be managing my spot I could save a f**ing life This my motherf**er night Ain't no body on my side Till a motherf**er died [Verse 3] See a hot girl Imagine with no clothes Now imagine a world free off all hoes That ain't possible, chance of that be nominal My rappin leave a stain And Your rappin easily washable You like a samsung Bitin all the visuals Nothing but a clone You could never be original I'm the f**ing pinnacle I get a tool To spit it at you Send you soul to heaven, now I got you feeling spiritual Ima f**ing mirical Pissed You know that you're a null Smokin in a limousine You sittin in a cubical Look at what I do to you Look at what I do to em They fall in love with b**hes Typa b**hes that would neuter em Haa Ima the teacher, watch me touter em 60 pistol firing Ima young scooter em Rapping while I'm shootin , you could hear the shots Metaphorically speaking In leaving all of you leaking Ten times the songs, so ten times the practice They drop, swish basket But I drop a casket Giving free verses I should get my f**in a** kissed I'll never drop a dud Even on my f**ing last sh** Took a break I'm back b**h This a f**in taste Homie tidda call me a KILLA Body every thing I face You can't relate You ain't C rapper b**h you worthless Cause you see me rap, and then you rewrite your verses Rap like I ain't have sh** Like I had a Tad bit I'm everything my dad Is Money made me savage Never fallin off, I ain't tolerating average They contemplated planning To take me off the planet You brag about yourself I let the people do the bragging You the type to think you hard The lower your pants are sagging Lookin like I'm high CAuse I don't ever sleep If I ever saw my enemy Id fight em til he bleed For my group I stay repping Find you and teach you a lesson Beat you and vine the six second Nice guy I send you to heaven