Video musicale
I successi di Bezz Believe
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bezz Believe
Performer
Statik G
Performer
Anthony Navarro
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Navarro
Songwriter
Brad Markovitz
Songwriter
Derrek Thomas Jensen
Songwriter
Testi
Yeah
Yeah, ay
Stay breaded like toast
Heat it up, pop it off
Keep a toaster close
Yeah
Bank like dank
Always 0's and 0's
Commas
Bin Laden, the whole city blows
Spit clean cuz I got a bad mouth
You got skinned knees yeah thats why you back down
Aint shit funny, ain't no class clown
Shoot 'em up
Pow!
This white boy went from black sheep to the cash cow
Now I'm blocking their shade with Versace
Squaded, I came with the posse
RhymeSick, that wave, Kamehame
Your girl calls me Daddy, I'm Papi
I'll send your ass back to your mommy
You balling, I'm ballin'
You fucking lame boy
I'm a God, dog
We ain't the same, boy
You playing, go back to that game boy
And I'll go back to running the game boy
Move!
Fuck hoes, get money
If that was life, shit I done lived plenty
Bust in your ear, you won't hear me coming
I'm the real McCoy, you can't tell me nothing
Yeah
Shark Tank boy, yeah that's all I swim with
So drip with the flow, we been frying big fish
Pockets on swole like Hulk
Always Hustle: that's all I know
I'm like win, win, win!
The same ones doubting the come up now watch us making gains
But now we're running coast to coast they got nothing to say
I rock with hustlers and G's, my crew is steady paid
And if you ain't about your business: get up out the way
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Spend a couple racks, got some new phones
Check my bank account, still a few 0's
They know I'm blowing up, DM's full of hoes
Not fond of splitting half, gotta tell 'em no
Why y'all telling me to come around
When I was broke you just frowned
Almost went to ground
I gave my last dollar over just to help you out
But if I had the same problem, couldn't help me
Wow
Here I go getting famous
A lot of fuck boys gettin' angry
Got 'em watching me pacing
Red faced, they chasing
After my method
Like it'll change their placement
Just face it, you've been second best
I've been holding back a minute
Get it off my chest
I gotta exercise these demons, put 'em all to rest
I'm gonna change the whole game, no reason to stress
Found a hustle and it worked
Brain gave birth to a psycho mentality
Let the pro's do the work
The rest of the puzzle slowly fell into place
I may never be the same so Broken's tatted on my face
But I picked up the pieces and Gorilla Glued the rest
And while I'm at it, flex a little
See me beating on my chest
I gotta put my state on
Bezz believe I'm the best
The same ones doubting the come up now watch us making gains
But now we're running coast to coast they got nothing to say
I rock with hustlers and G's, my crew is steady paid
And if you ain't about your business: get up out the way
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
Hustle Hard or Go Home
You ain't going hard, get up out the house
Toured the whole east coast, north, west and south
On the grind all the time, find me in route
I'm the trill white boy with the diamond mouth
Bitch I'm fully prepared to supply a drought
I'm the flower that grew out the water spout
Just a young man tryna make his momma proud
Just a hustler tryna run his stomping grounds
I can sell legal lean and off the loud
We done opened the doors and locked it down
All they do is talk shit when I'm not around
Nowhere to be found when I'm in they town
Possess major power
Flows so electric like a cable tower
Pimp slap the rap game with some baby powder
I'll take down his name and erase the coward
Display bravery
Give a bunch of excuses to hate on me
My clique sucker free, get away from me
I'm the same guy that I get paid to be
Took it straight from the park to the major league
I'ma soar to the heights I attain to reach
I'ma handle my biz, move gracefully
Make a plate disc fly in an ATV
C'mon
Writer(s): Bradley Markovitz, Anthony Navarro, Derrek Jensen
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