Believe Lyrics


And I started from the bottom, like a
Snowman, ground up, like round chuck 
And still put hands on you, stayin' wound up
That's how I spin time, sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pin rhymes
I just got that air about me, like wind chimes
Another day in the life, used to have to scrape to get by
Now my community is gated and I made it and my neighbors say hi
I'm givin' em pounds, I'm upscale now
Guess it means I'm way in the sky
But I still remember the days off
Minimum wage for, general labor
Welfare recipient as a minor
Look for government assistance has made you
Adversity if at first shit don't succeed
Put your temper to more use 'cause being broke is a poor excuse
That should only give you more fuel
Show 'em why you're you
So close, got it's like a, almost
Got it, but close only counts in time bombs and horse shoes
So I uni-bomb shit (tick, tick, tick)
No remorse
Screw it, I'm lit, and that's the attitude I blew up on
That's why they call me firecracker
I grew up on wick (wick, wick, wick) with a short fuse
I got some important news to report to
Anyone who thought I was done, nah, bitch, not quite
Spotlight's back on, got my faith, where's yours?

Do you still believe
In me?
Didn't I get everything I had to give you to make you see?
I never forget if you turn your back on me
Now and walk out I will never let you live it down
Do you still believe? I'll never quit
In me?

Man I know some times these thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice
To me, there's just ink blots
I just fling them like slingshots, and so precise
So you might want to think it over twice
When you retards can roll the dice
But beef can at least cost you your career
Cause even my cheap shots are overpriced
But this middle finger is free as a bird
New warhead-ed birth, you just forehead-ed on earth
Too short for a verse, studied his formula
Learned how to incorporate a curse
Point it towards corporate america
Stick a fork in it and turn
'Cause four letter words are more better
Heard the world force-fed a turd to me
You're getting yours
But sometimes I overdo it
But I just get so into it
I was there consulting when no one knew it
When your situation showed no improvement
I was that door, you walked over to it
I'm the light at the tunnel so people are always looking at me when they're going through it
When that tunnel vision is unclear shit becomes too much to bear
Since "Cleaning Out My Closet" when I was having trouble with the snare
I'm that unrealistic prayer answered
I'm going to get you jacked up, like you're trying to fix a flat (uh)
When you struggle with a spare
That double fisted bear, knuckles coupled with the spare
Nuts, I'm cuppin' I am your f*ck it switch nothing can compare

Do you still believe
In me?
Didn't I get everything I had to give you to make you see?
I never forget if you turn your back on me
Now and walk out I will never let you live it down
Do you still believe? I'll never quit
In me?

Started from the bottom like a snowman
Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe, and smoke that
But my battery is low
I'm gonna need a booster in my pack
I know I always got Proof on my back
I called you a groupie cause I knew for a fact
My ace in the hole, homie, I'm calling on you 'cause I think I'm slowly
Startin' to lose faith in it so, give me that inkling and
Motivation to go, who's insane with the flow
Fake fans with the two faced that show
Let heartbeat produce hate in my soul
Laying vocals two days in a row
True statement, hate to go down this road
But there's only one route to cross this bridge
So I walk in this bitch with loose chains
'Cause all I dues paid
But this booth is taking its toll
But it's never too late to start a new beginning
So that goes for you too
So what the f*ck you gon' do, use the tools you're given
Or are you going to use the cards you were dealt as an excuse to not do shit with them
I used to play the loser victim
Until I saw the way Proof was driven
I found my vehicle and I haven't ran out of gas yet
And when they stack decks, turn handicaps into assets
Fanny packs, hourglasses
If time was on my side I'd still have none to waste
Man, in my younger days, that dream was so much fun to chase
It's like I run in place while this shit dangled in front of my face
But how do you keep up the pace and the hunger pains when you've won the race
When that pool of exhaust is cooling off
'Cause you don't got nothing left to prove at all
'Cause you already hit them with the coup de gras
Still you feel the need
To go through and deal with that Bruce Will
It's that blue steel, that true skill
When that wheel's loose I won't loose will
Do you still believe?


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