gotta believe it
Singer:saigon
and keep eyes out for the cops
whoa-ohh! and that's what it's gon' be
whoa-ohh! cause you ain't gon' stop me
they got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meet
you just tryin to keep yo' kids off the street
they got you locked in a hole
after the sunshine come the rain
after the fun time come the pain
i often wonder if it's gonna change
i caught a bad case of smack-a-bitchy-itis
my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers
and the meat is still frozen in the freezer
i hate that i'm too close to her to leave her
either i hit the street to do some pitchin
knowin these dudes is snitchin
or die tryin to make it as a musician
my livin condition is not in the greatest position
i just gotta make a decision
rob everything movin and cruise in a g-class
but keep writin the heat that the street like it
young'uns is recitin my lyrics
y'all niggaz thinkin shit is easy
one thing i know i'm a do is keep believin
and keep eyes out for the cops
whoa-ohh! and that's what it's gon' be
whoa-ohh! cause you ain't gon' stop me
they got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meet
you just tryin to keep yo' kids off the street
they got you locked in a hole
after the fast songs come the slow
after the sad songs come some mo'
this is the life i have come to know
the young hood boogers idolize keyshia cole
the rap figures throwin money in the air like it's pizza dough
people in the hood ain't eatin though
i tried to help the labels see the vision
but they lowered me to a subdivision
you gotta be fuckin kiddin
they'd rather me pretend to be somethin i'm not
i'm different than yung joc
this nigga's up in the forbes
shit i ain't made a dollar tryin to rap for the cause
but in these next four bars
i'll tell you about maleviolent laws
they enforcin on north american shores
if they could have rifles on their farms
then i don't see why they knocked t.i. for tryin to bear arms
and keep eyes out for the cops
whoa-ohh! and that's what it's gon' be
whoa-ohh! cause you ain't gon' stop me
they got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meet
you just tryin to keep yo' kids off the street
they got you locked in a hole
tell 'em wave at the artist
i feel like i'll make it regardless
don't forget i'm the ex-con that made it the farthest
until the day that i lay with the martyrs
or until the day i'm parlayin
playin with my sons and my daughters
i'm a remain the smartest
hardest workin nigga in the business
can i get a witness? {yessir!}
see that they probably get it if i come out and flop
go back to my block and get shot
as they puttin my body in that life-size ziplock
then you'll be sayin damn