Make Believe

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mic Breeze] I can tell that these niggas fronting for real I don't give a fuck how they feel Have an army when you stepping in [?] You just talking, boy, I do this shit for real I keep [?] everytime a nigga [?] she throw it back on me And they be [?] talking 'bout that shit, just make believe And you ain't really been through shit, that shit just make believe And I don't really give a fuck about what they believe [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Fuck what they tink They wasn't with me in my daydreams When I was thinking 'bout how I could make it out the hood, by the time I was 18 Everybody clame they got shooters, that's [?] fairey tales Rappers ain't really how they seem They telling lies, I sware to God I wasn't tryna rap, I was playing ball for the A-Team Lil nigga tryna make cheese Finessing niggas on the daily I used to shuvvle snow and rake leaves Young nigga strapped up I wish you would try and take these Where I'm from, you either hoop, rap or sell drugs Back in the day, we used to throw 1's Not too many niggas owned guns So I keep mine, 'cause these niggas mad That I went out and got my own budd They see that I'm eating, these niggas hungry And they ain't tryna show no love But I'm ready [Chorus: Mic Breeze] I can tell that these niggas fronting for real I don't give a fuck how they feel Have an army when you stepping in [?] You just talking, boy, I do this shit for real I keep [?] everytime a nigga [?] she throw it back on me And they be [?] talking 'bout that shit, just make believe And you ain't really been through shit, that shit just make believe And I don't really give a fuck about what they believe [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] I remember days I ain't have shit to eat But spaghetti-O's Going to school wearing rags for clothes But for some reason, I was happy though I ain't care about that fashion shit Hoes ain't let me hit, niggas telling jokes Who laughing now? Guess what goes around comes back around Like a mary-go I'm getting money and I'm passing hoes Strapped up everywhere I go 'Cause I'm fresh as hell, you can tell I'm on And they might be plotting, you will never know Can't find a good girl these days 'CAuse they get around like the letter O Went from recording them tapes, to hearing my songs on the radio I hear them boys talking down on me Say they on my head when they see me, right? But they know I'm strapped, they just want attention Better chill if they really wanna keep they life Niggas hating on me, they don't even know me But it's good, 'cause they hated on Jesus Christ They make believe, they ain't really cut how they make it seem Don't believe the hype, they just [?] [Chorus: Mic Breeze] I can tell that these niggas fronting for real I don't give a fuck how they feel Have an army when you stepping in [?] You just talking, boy, I do this shit for real I keep [?] everytime a nigga [?] she throw it back on me And they be [?] talking 'bout that shit, just make believe And you ain't really been through shit, that shit just make believe And I don't really give a fuck about what they believe