Believe
Ay, what's happenin' Fraud?
Finna bring niggas back to LA one time
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
This that Hen-dog sippin', wood grain grippin'
Stash in my old school, no I ain't slippin'
Slide down Rosencrantz, yeah we dippin'
Original paint on my five-point drippin'
Designer I don't do that, Palace on fitted
A legend up on fairfax, yeah we did it
Shout out to Schlomo, yeah we did it
If she say that I'm her best friend, then yeah I hit it
Back to the program, bitch I don't hold hands
Boogie when I get down, bitchI don't slow dance
We can wine and dine, but bitch I don't romance
I got her feeling ways while we listen to these slow jams
Bitch I'm a grown man, bitch I'll draw ten bands
I know i said it once, but bitch I'm from RosenCrantz
Don't make me say it twice, like bitch I'm from Rosenbrantz
This toolie on my waist turn a nigga into no-man
In the land of the greats, I'm a legend like I'm Osse
Friday like its Dayday, old school like I'm Kayday
But still in the mix, like you heard my verse on Zay Zay
So bitch don't play play
I said, who do you believe in?
I hit the block cherry thing, like I bleed it
.40 Cal on my lap, like I need it
Addicted to the fastlife, and streetlife
This G shit
Like, who do you believe in?
Drinkin' henny, smokin' Ports While I'm speedin'
Rollin' gas, pouring' drinks, so I'm leanin'
She hit the Ave for a king, thats some P shit
This street shit
Have you ever lost all of your friends that you believe in
Same ones believed in your vision, nigga I'm speechless
At the funeral, hearing about other murders
Still grieving
They say this shit been worse than the 80s, and I believe it
The homey held me down with a .40 Cal, said I'll need it
Driving up the boast, pourin' fours
Nigga I'm leanin'
That hoe blew right before winter, nigga thats decent
When you dealin wit a bitch you knocked somewhere in Phoenix
Anything over 365, then she a keeper, I don't want no bitch that be callin' herself a demon
Square joint took me the whistle, and we went schemin'
Hot tub, sippin' on Toddies like, I achieved it
It's the dream little homey, hotels and snow bunnies
Big rims on Lex' bodies, we thuggin' like Jon Gotti
Too many dead homies, so I live my life on fully
Free that nigga Weeder and Bully
I said, who do you believe in?
I hit the block cherry thing, like I bleed it
.40 Cal on my lap, like I need it
Addicted to the fastlife, and streetlife
This G shit
Like, who do you believe in?
Drinkin' henny, smokin' Ports While I'm speedin'
Rollin' gas, pouring' drinks, so I'm leanin'
She hit the Ave for a king, thats some P shit
This street shit