I remember bein' broke
Talkin' 'bout we gon' get this money, gon' get this money
Wiffle ball playin', to the mall slanging
CD's of niggas tryna scrape a hundred
Now it's a hundred when I get a steak
Need a reservation just to get a plate
With a hoodie, Louis bucket, and slides
Motherfuck a button-up and a tie
Black power and I'm slanging it wild
Foreign dripping with a bitch on the side
Beastmode, Marshawn with it
Had to step past my haters just to get by
I just pushed down
Whippin' on the corner with a bag in the trunk
For all my niggas never having enough
Like what the fuck is ever having enough?
We gon' keep keep baggin' it up
We gon' keep keep cashin' it up
I need this here for the inner city
I need Wakanda in Mississippi
I need to plot it and plan it
A way we could manage to stay out the penitentiary
I need a chopper for all of my partners
Just in case the government try to get me
This is bigger than the color green
This is Denzel in the last scene
Of a Spike Lee joint, Malcolm X story
Necessary by any means
This is a mil' on the wheel
I am a four, never pour, never sip
I got a dream
Something like ML the King
Talkin' 'bout every day of the week
I'm tryin' so hard to believe
I'm tryin' so hard to believe
Kids dyin' but we actin' like it's a breeze
Struggling, shakin' disease
We can't stay down on our knees
That's what we good at though, believing
That's what we good at though, believing
Believing, believing
That what I been saying ain't over they heads (Believe)
People don't only give flowers to dead
All the police ain't been tryin' to kill us (Believe)
All the medicine is bound to heal us
It was really help they tried to give us (Believe)
All this drankin' ain't gon' fail my liver
I'ma live to be a father figure (Believe)
Better than my father ever figured
All these rappers really rappin' 'bout it
Really saving people, really giving back (Believe)
All the pastors in the churches talking to the Lord
Tell Him where we at (Believe)
Had the water rain pure and ain't good for the drinking
Don't fix me a plate if you know I can't it
Seeing people dead on TV and social networks just fuck with my thinking
Scared I'll die young with no children to hold (Believe)
No one to leave what I owe
Scared I'll grow old, I might lose who I knew (Believe)
I might forget who I know
I'm a product of believe, believe (Believe)
I'm living what I was told
What happened to Nip, I just can't believe (Believe)
It takes a believer to know
compositores: Terry Lewis, Justin Scott, James Harris, Richard Preston Butler Jr.
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