Make Believe - Statik Selektah, Freddie Gibbs, Termanology

Make Believe - Statik Selektah, Freddie Gibbs, Termanology

Альбом
Extended Play
Год
2013
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
241390

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Make Believe

Statik Selektah, Freddie Gibbs, Termanology

Said I’m a rich nigga and this is for you bitch niggas

Bitch, said fuck the world and everything in it

Got foreigns in the driveway and ain’t a thing rented

I drain the main vein in the mouth of main bitches

And lame niggas, stuck on pussies?

I proceed to slip and fall in and out of them drawers

Rendezvous with these groupie broads, now I’m dodging their calls

Bet you wish you could be a fly up on my project walls

Serving clucks in my mama driveway started off with a ball, fa sho

The dope boy done graduated to the dope man

Got rich and flipped a rap career off 3 and a half grams

And ain’t no nigga ever gave me shit

I paid the cost so fuck your boss, I work for FG, bitch

And it’s the truth cause dick riding’s at an all-time fucking high

So I stay solo, let this dolo blow my fucking mind

The razor blade major paid, quick to break a fiend

Taking all fades, none of this shit is make believe

Bitch

I said none of this shit is make believe

None of this is make believe

I can show you it all, the biggest doubter I can make believe

Listen to the jewels I’m spitting

The street shit is in my genes, homie, it’s my true religion

Y’all really bore me on tracks

Sounding really corny on wax

Fronting like you really went to war or combat

You ignoring all facts

They done put me in a cell like you store your contacts

Rap niggas tell lies

Talk tough, but when the beef come, between their legs where their tail lies

ST do biz

Hold it down in any prison you sit us in, homie you’re a citizen

Sold drugs like the pharmaceutic

The realest overall like a farmer suited

We the most official, we tote them pistols

And we got flows that’s sick, too, come fuck with us

I take the trees, break the trees, shake the trees

Quarter pound, eighth of trees and (none of this is make believe)

I chased a cat down the block with a .38 special

He was speed walking, lucky he ain’t see a coffin

I really put in work in them studios

Where them groupie hoes try and get loose and go out control

If I?

snuff?

You?

hectic gun?

I’m the muscle and the brain, seeing Russia on the plane is amazing

You should try to change your situation

Instagram scams and Twitter altercations

Facebook stalkers, y’all motherfuckas be hating

Detec’s spying on me,?

get violent on me

Cliques stay wilding, homie, stick?

piling rollies

This rap life is real life all the time, my friend

It’s «Ology,» I’m known for getting it in

Plus…

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