Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Em Believe, artist - Kevin Gates. Date of issue: 16.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make Em Believe |
| Can’t explain it cause I know I’m not famous, but got everybody staring at me |
| I be pulling out cars cause my block roll hard |
| And the trap like a money machine |
| Had to make em believe |
| Make em believe |
| I could make em believe |
| Make em believe |
| I don’t know no one like this, I’m so icy |
| I might not know how to behave, but bitch I know I got my money right |
| Stick up, lift your hands up |
| Love to show my ass Mr. Never Pick My Pants up |
| Big old watch and bracelet looking like a set of handcuffs |
| Bitch I’m dead game chain swang when I stand up |
| I’m from that South Side where shit ain’t all gravy |
| Street nigga, I ain’t tryna be no basketball player |
| My dog in the feds cause he clutch choppas |
| T address, gun cocker don da da |
| Game sharper than I thumbnail tack, and we still hold weight like a dumbbell |
| rack |
| I know Rodrick Butler, the real Rodrick Butler |
| Yard full of pits aka big brother |
| Hold it down this for my lil rounds |
| Movie getting money |
| Hello World, I’m the man out here |
| My name rang every where I stand out here |
| My name rang every where I stand out here |
| Can’t explain it cause I know I’m not famous, but got everybody staring at me |
| I be pulling out cars cause my block roll hard |
| And the trap like a money machine |
| Had to make em believe |
| Make em believe |
| I could make em believe |
| Make em believe |
| I don’t know no one like this, I’m so icy |
| I might not know how to behave, but bitch I know I got my money right |
| Full time grind |
| Got some fly rides |
| Go to jail tryna shine I don’t even drive mine |
| Interception, my pack got intercepted |
| My lil wide receiver seen him no pass cover protection |
| Curb where we see him, curb where we leave him |
| Backed down up under the words of his preacher |
| Holla’d bout you want me dead |
| The Glock goin go to clicking |
| Made a promise to my hood, won’t let the block go unattended |
| Sendin pictures to the prison, God loves his children |
| Godmother still suffers with a drug addiction |
| Bumpin trap or die, Gates like Jeezy |
| Straight drop no whip straight I ain’t like Jeezy |
| 16 2 and a quarters 8 4 and a half’s equals 36 ounces, brick, you do the math |
| 63 off a 2 then stuff em in a bag |
| The only thing you ever cut was another niggas hair |
| Can’t explain it cause I know I’m not famous, but got everybody staring at me |
| I be pulling out cars cause my block roll hard |
| And the trap like a money machine |
| Had to make em believe |
| Make em believe |
| I could make em believe |
| Make em believe |
| I don’t know no one like this, I’m so icy |
| I might not know how to behave, but bitch I know I got my money right |