My advice is stand firm for what you believe in
Until and unless logic and experience prove you wrong
Remember
It was supposed to be you and I, the curtains closed
But somewhere along the line we switched episodes
It′s kind of like when Gina left Mark for New York
Speaking of New York, the city feels so lost
Even with the Knicks looking to make the playoffs
Spike Lee's back on the court and Jeter′s still with the Bronx
Lindbergh got the city ready for seance
Well get your Ouija boards out, niggas and pray on
You want drama? Get your fucking Kslé on
Still got the world on my shoulders, a nigga headstrong
About to go in
You can lock my body, contract my mind, my thoughts keep escaping
Power of the pen a work of art like Basquiat or Banksy
Except I paint my pictures lyrically
Fancy huh? Beats pumping like a Swiss beat
And we ain't talking hoes, we talking Euros and 'Raris
Who do you believe in?
Is it money or the man upstairs?
Is it power or prayer? God bless the dead
Fuck the world fast
What′s progression if you never been through backlash?
Nigga, what do you believe in?
Cause my money′s on me, myself and I, my team and this music
Y'all ain′t gonna believe this
Maybe it's my fault or maybe I′m just making excuses
Who do you believe in?
Motherfucker the money is talking to me
And telling me that it's lonely, in need of new friends
Preferably Grants and Franklins
And the singles and the fives go to the bitches
Dubs is for wifing in the club, no mention
But you know who you are, nigga stop clenching
Stop cuffing
You may not think that it′s a bitch
But life's a ho and everybody's been fucking
Cause that′s what I believe in
With no logic, no need for experience
To fuck the world and be a lifetime achievement
You make a comeback, ride and jump on the dick
Y′all niggas full of shit, that's why you′re fucking assholes
And never smell a shitstink until you get shitted on
Fuck 'em all
Not for nothing I ain′t always on time
Too much ice in the Vacheron, gone
Who do you believe in?
Is it money or the man upstairs?
Is it power or prayer? God bless the dead
Fuck the world fast
What's progression if you never been through backlash?
Nigga, what do you believe in?
Cause my money′s on me, myself and I, my team and this music
Y'all ain't gonna believe this
Maybe it′s my fault or maybe I′m just making excuses
Writer(s): Jeffrey B. Atkins, Djibril Kagni, Lee James Dmitri Edjouma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
