Believe

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Choirboy] How we know who to believe when they say shit Thin line between the real and the fake shit Face it the truth still ain't in there in what you reading in papers Most places (?) Skeleton in the closet got bones in the basement Only way to know you saved you fake it I guess I'm patient I'm jaded don't know if I'll make it it Trial through fire boy we ain't (?) Don't need no love need no favors dangerous (?) Stomach aching so we taking got me sinning for the paper Long as Choir the fucc up outta Dodge and Ouija out of Vegas We grateful goddamn god bless us (?) 25 bottles (?) Gotta get paid so I'm still stressing pressure (?) still in no stretcher Can't believe in your make believe cause that bullshit don't impress us That web you weave got you deceived you destined for some lessons Tired of the fake shit Tired of the racists Tired of the ratchets Tired of the basics Tired of the world ready for revelations Tired of the lies put the fire to ya faces Hoodie in a halo scheming Knowing everybody got demons Don't know where I'm going when I'm leaving But he give me something to believe in [Hook: Choirboy] Everyday I'm in the streets finding peace with a piece will they finally murder me (lets see!) Believe what you believe We can ask him just to eat, deal with good and evil peeps Does a gangster rest in peace? (lets see!) Are you praying on your knees? Is that bacon on your feast? You confessing to the priest (lets see!) Believe what you believe When you're gone will people grieve? Will your death be a relief? Where you going when you leave? (lets see!) Believe what you believe [Verse 2: Ouija] Look I don't believe in you bitches (No!) Praying but nobody listens (No!) Jehovah ain't live with what I'm living though I was taught what to do with a witness Vicious! Talking about how you ballin' All of your shooters is starving Voicemail when I'm calling God but Satan talk to me often (hey!) My horns poking I'm pitchforkin' My life hail and this shit storming These killing fields when my clicc storming till 5 shots and I'm still rolling It's Ouija bitch you heard of me My tomb ready come murder me with a red bull and a BLT (?) don't occur to me My braids hanging I'm fucced up Your bitch liccin' my nuts up My haters breathing they lucked up cause my line singing like "what's up!" You waiting on a blessing what you getting is a curse Ain't got' hit my knees to praise a God to get on his verse I've been spit on I've been shit on since I been on this earth I believe you got it coming and you slipping you get hurt I believe ain't nothing worth obtaining come without some work (thats right!) Keep a weapon ain't no heaven boy we destined for the dirt (hah) [Hook]