| Said I’m a rich nigga and this is for you bitch niggas
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| Bitch, said fuck the world and everything in it
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| Got foreigns in the driveway and ain’t a thing rented
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| I drain the main vein in the mouth of main bitches
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| And lame niggas, stuck on pussies?
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| I proceed to slip and fall in and out of them drawers
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| Rendezvous with these groupie broads, now I’m dodging their calls
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| Bet you wish you could be a fly up on my project walls
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| Serving clucks in my mama driveway started off with a ball, fa sho
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| The dope boy done graduated to the dope man
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| Got rich and flipped a rap career off 3 and a half grams
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| And ain’t no nigga ever gave me shit
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| I paid the cost so fuck your boss, I work for FG, bitch
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| And it’s the truth cause dick riding’s at an all-time fucking high
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| So I stay solo, let this dolo blow my fucking mind
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| The razor blade major paid, quick to break a fiend
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| Taking all fades, none of this shit is make believe
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| Bitch
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| I said none of this shit is make believe
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| None of this is make believe
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| I can show you it all, the biggest doubter I can make believe
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| Listen to the jewels I’m spitting
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| The street shit is in my genes, homie, it’s my true religion
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| Y’all really bore me on tracks
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| Sounding really corny on wax
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| Fronting like you really went to war or combat
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| You ignoring all facts
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| They done put me in a cell like you store your contacts
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| Rap niggas tell lies
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| Talk tough, but when the beef come, between their legs where their tail lies
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| ST do biz
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| Hold it down in any prison you sit us in, homie you’re a citizen
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| Sold drugs like the pharmaceutic
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| The realest overall like a farmer suited
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| We the most official, we tote them pistols
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| And we got flows that’s sick, too, come fuck with us
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| I take the trees, break the trees, shake the trees
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| Quarter pound, eighth of trees and (none of this is make believe)
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| I chased a cat down the block with a .38 special
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| He was speed walking, lucky he ain’t see a coffin
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| I really put in work in them studios
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| Where them groupie hoes try and get loose and go out control
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| If I? |
| snuff?
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| You? |
| hectic gun?
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| I’m the muscle and the brain, seeing Russia on the plane is amazing
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| You should try to change your situation
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| Instagram scams and Twitter altercations
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| Facebook stalkers, y’all motherfuckas be hating
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| Detec’s spying on me,? |
| get violent on me
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| Cliques stay wilding, homie, stick? |
| piling rollies
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| This rap life is real life all the time, my friend
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| It’s «Ology,» I’m known for getting it in
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| Plus… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make Believe , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album Extended Play, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп