Текст песни Believe - Ethereal, TLM

Believe

Blowin' O’s to all my foes, young nigga tryna' come up with a way to get some
mo'
Young trigger man with the money plan, got no flaw
Polo on my drawls, middle finger to the law
I been blowin' good never had to smoke with y’all
I been in the hood had to make myself a boss
Paid the cost lost some homies got some fam I can’t call
But in all I’m so raw, bite the swag break yo jaw
Summer, Winter, Spring I could never fall only ball
Polo on my shirt keep it 100 till the dirt
If you caught me slippin' boy it’s all good that’s just work
When I catch em' chillin' boy it’s all bad they gon' hurt
Goin' through the ceilin' yeah we know that I’m gon' murk
Any verse you get from me on the track go berserk
Roll another Swisher Sweet hit the street and go lurk
Told her baby don’t believe me it’s all good you gon' learn
I been chillin' at the top don’t need to blow
(They don’t believe me)
I say «Girl I’m always in the studio»
(She don’t believe me)
Always tell my plug I’ll make him rich fa sho'
(He don’t believe me)
I can’t do it less you payin for the show
(They don’t believe me)
Believe, relax, roll another sack
Baby girl sit back, and bump these here car tracks
I been ghost awhile, but the game is callin' back
Had to reconsider things, and where my life was at, ay
But it’s ok we’ll see it one day
Dreams up in that loft, paint paintin' my life away
It’s a new day so we pray, life crazy no play
It’s TLM the reaper see a fake from miles away, hey
My niggas dealin', smoke floatin' up to the ceiling
I think I smoke too much, girl come here roll this up
And just think where we could be
If you put yo' mind to it you can astral trip with me
Low-key so low-key, see me on the highway
Cruisin' through the streets, my niggas hate defeat
Girl come ride with me and E we know the back-ways of these streets
If you just believe you can fly away with me CGM
I been chillin' at the top don’t need to blow
(They don’t believe me)
I say «Girl I’m always in the studio»
(She don’t believe me)
Always tell my plug I’ll make him rich fa sho'
(He don’t believe me)
I can’t do it less you payin for the show
(They don’t believe me)