Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Believe, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song Extended Play, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
Make Believe |
Said I’m a rich nigga and this is for you bitch niggas |
Bitch, said fuck the world and everything in it |
Got foreigns in the driveway and ain’t a thing rented |
I drain the main vein in the mouth of main bitches |
And lame niggas, stuck on pussies? |
I proceed to slip and fall in and out of them drawers |
Rendezvous with these groupie broads, now I’m dodging their calls |
Bet you wish you could be a fly up on my project walls |
Serving clucks in my mama driveway started off with a ball, fa sho |
The dope boy done graduated to the dope man |
Got rich and flipped a rap career off 3 and a half grams |
And ain’t no nigga ever gave me shit |
I paid the cost so fuck your boss, I work for FG, bitch |
And it’s the truth cause dick riding’s at an all-time fucking high |
So I stay solo, let this dolo blow my fucking mind |
The razor blade major paid, quick to break a fiend |
Taking all fades, none of this shit is make believe |
Bitch |
I said none of this shit is make believe |
None of this is make believe |
I can show you it all, the biggest doubter I can make believe |
Listen to the jewels I’m spitting |
The street shit is in my genes, homie, it’s my true religion |
Y’all really bore me on tracks |
Sounding really corny on wax |
Fronting like you really went to war or combat |
You ignoring all facts |
They done put me in a cell like you store your contacts |
Rap niggas tell lies |
Talk tough, but when the beef come, between their legs where their tail lies |
ST do biz |
Hold it down in any prison you sit us in, homie you’re a citizen |
Sold drugs like the pharmaceutic |
The realest overall like a farmer suited |
We the most official, we tote them pistols |
And we got flows that’s sick, too, come fuck with us |
I take the trees, break the trees, shake the trees |
Quarter pound, eighth of trees and (none of this is make believe) |
I chased a cat down the block with a .38 special |
He was speed walking, lucky he ain’t see a coffin |
I really put in work in them studios |
Where them groupie hoes try and get loose and go out control |
If I? |
snuff? |
You? |
hectic gun? |
I’m the muscle and the brain, seeing Russia on the plane is amazing |
You should try to change your situation |
Instagram scams and Twitter altercations |
Facebook stalkers, y’all motherfuckas be hating |
Detec’s spying on me,? |
get violent on me |
Cliques stay wilding, homie, stick? |
piling rollies |
This rap life is real life all the time, my friend |
It’s «Ology,» I’m known for getting it in |
Plus… |