Something To Believe In(feat. Lou Armstrong, Patrick Starr, Moroney, Blanco) (Explicit) - Slaine Er'day I wake up to the same sh*t I've been caking G But nowadays the more niggas hating They in the cut sitting patient Waiting for me to meet God or Satan I'm in the streets where the killers roam The villains know if you fake like silicones You talk about it but inside the kid will grow And under pressure he'll fall man I should've known Sh*t I deal with tryin' to make a mil quick Still sit in front of a real chick to chill with I know about a dollar neck froze upon a collar O's and the cameras goons holding on a llama's tec Blowing for the drama got a choking for your mama Why she blowin' on his gamma getting low in the Bahamas Slaine salute get on some lyrical sh*t It's a miracle I ain't spiritual the sh*t that I live That real street sh*t Real niggas that I eat with Let the heat spit getting caught on sea sh*t Running with killers so the greediest can't It's Lou Armstrong AKA the city is mine 3 things I hate girls women and b**ches Spit venom I hack spit vivel collect it Cynical feet a lyrical dick I'm hot I'm tip a stick the miracle whip I'm not To be f**ked with period lips With them pyramids I'm beverage with spiritual ficks next to me Your whole crew is a terrible mix I'm a don you're a pawn America's b**ch And you're quick to verticle flip Which means you snitch and heard of a tip b**ch Ni**a skin you and turn you to mix Magic similar to an urban who's sick Tragic that's where to a turban that ticks Flowin up memorial satorial showing it's fixed You're an orphan and me I done fathered you And often I'm awesome the chips I done off with you It's big deal but the deal might cost you Moroney I'm the best bar one These lame a** rappers got bars none I sh*t bars it's a bar stool High off the lips and the jenicks looks like a cartoon Spark tools harpoons are harm dudes Wet 'em up while they went away that's a carpool Your girlfriend is a b**ch and you are too She's down for the D too so don't argue Fly talker sky walker high offer That sour patch holla back if you let the dollar stack Cash try to hate but take pics and ask for autograph Copy cats hang 'em out the dry like a towel rag I told y'all I ain't the runner up I'm so high I'm literally running up Bllunted up with 2 L's that's a double dutch I'm on the bottom she's on the top I'm coming up The beam heavy only got 'em dropping like right now Them things heavy on me get 'em poppin' like right now Y'all better back down quiet or hide down Or have some niggas right now lying your a** down 'Cause when the beef come these niggas never there We gonna bring it to your man so whoever there I got them dudes on the streets and they rubber band Bullets crushing bones you can see we ain't never scared You can see that we everywhere Old town beam town BX the beam on Still on the block trying to see checks and seamore We ain't gonna stop till the whole team eat more We hit makers we get paper Get chicks to taste us better said we're the best And we ain't gonna stop never put it to rest Same chum motherf**ker we the best of the best Look we all need something to believe in And this world living inside of you it's fief You can pray to Jesus Christ for your f**king life if you like You can be the white picket fence type with the wife You can knock her up twice ain't the f**king lights From the pipes you know that b**ches thrife When you come home from work and you find her getting piped By some jerk do you kill her with the knife 'Cause the world crushed all that you believed in And she's living with the mailman in your crib And your kid's call him daddy while their mama drive a caddy That those cocksuckers paid for with your bread I would rather sip goose from a plastic cup Get sucked by my broad till I crush the truck I would rather quit a job where they treat me like a slob Turn the motherf**king mall to a massacre Swear to God I ain't living like a dog I'm taking what I want till I'm living in the prison or a morgue Talking to myself the television isn't on 404

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