BELIEVE (feat. Don Toliver)

It's a four in my liter, tell a hoe change her demeanor

Got a whole lot of this shit

Might spend your savings this evening

I'ma make it all back, that's the vision

Fuck your bitch real quick this season

I remember when a **** ain't have shit

And I'll put it in your face, better believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

I remember when a **** ain't have shit

And I'll put it in your face, better believe it

I remember when a **** ain't have

I was down broke on my ass

Now Lambo truck paper tag

Hellcat, I'ma do the whole dash (I'm gone)

Sleeping on the floor I was young and bummy

Ask for dough, they said no, they wouldn't lend me money

Had to go out and step when they came to my wealth

I ain't need no one else to go get it for me

Put my trust in my faith like I'm biggie poppa

I bought choppas for patnas, that' pocket watching

Used to laugh at my dream, people used to doubt me

Now it's Amiri Balenci' when I go shoppin'

Houston Texas I rep it forever ever

Smokin dope, pour a four, mix that shit together

Drop the top on arenas since Harvey, Katrina

Thought my city fell off, but we back together

It's a four in my liter, tell a hoe change her demeanor

Got a whole lot of this shit

Might spend your savings this evening

I'ma make it all back, that's the vision

Fuck your bitch real quick this season

I remember when a **** ain't have shit

And I'll put it in your face, better believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

I remember when a **** ain't have shit

And I'll put it in your face, better believe it

Young **** getting that lettuce

Old heads start getting jealous

They never broke bread, never fed us

Misled old heads never led us

Getting bread old head wouldn't let us

Put the bread on your head like some lettuce

Infrared to his head, tell him ketchup

Two steps ahead, old heads, thought they left us

Got it out the mud like a refugee

Now I sip mud in the penthouse suite

Rolly plain jain, bussdown AP

PJ plane to the SRT

Pull up Lambo or the Track Hawk Jeep

Hunnid bands in my hand got the racks on me

Sellin' packs lowkey

Got the strap on me

I'm the flyest crip that you ever gon' see

It's a four in my liter, tell a hoe change her demeanor

Got a whole lot of this shit

Might spend your savings this evening

I'ma make it all back, that's the vision

Fuck your bitch real quick this season

I remember when a **** ain't have shit

And I'll put it in your face, better believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

Be-be-be-be believe it

I remember when a **** ain't have shit

And I'll put it in your face, better believe it