Believe It Lyrics - Greatest Story Never Told - Saigon

[Chorus] 

Whoa, oh 

We keep rising to the top 

Whoa, oh 

And keep eyes out for the cops 

Whoa, oh 

And that's what it gon' be 

Whoa, oh 

'Cause you ain't gon' stop me 

They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet 

You just trying to keep your kids off the street 

You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream) 

Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve) 

Uh, oh 

They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old 

Ten years, no chance for parole 

They better believe it (That's right, tell them again) 

Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend) 

Whoa, oh 

After the sunshine come the rain, after the fun time come the pain 

I often wonder if it's gonna change 

I caught a bad case of Smacking-Bitch-I-Itits (What happened?) 

I came home, my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers (Damn) 

The rice is still raw and the meat is still frozen in the freezer 

I hate that I'm to close to her to leave her 

Either I hit the street to do some pitching, knowing these dudes is snitching 

Or die trying to make it as a musician 

My living condition is not in the greatest condition (Nope) 

And nah, I ain't bitching, I just gotta make a decision 

Should I breeze past, hop out in a ski mask 

Rob everything moving and cruise in a G-Class (Vroom) 

But keep writing the heat that the street like it 

Youngings is reciting my lyrics, so keep biting 

Y'all niggas is thinking shit is easy, it's hard 

One thing I know I'm a do is keep believing in God 

[Chorus] 

After the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some more (More) 

This is the life I have come to know 

Police is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices stroll 

The young, hood boogers idolize Keyshia Cole 

The rap figures throwing money in the air like it's pizza dough 

People in the hood ain't eating though (Though) 

I tried to help the labels see the vision 

But they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be fucking kidding 

They'd rather me pretend to be something I'm not 

I'm the new Public Enemy, I'm different than Yung Joc 

And nah, I ain't dissing, this nigga's up in the Forbes 

Shit, I ain't made a dollar trying to rap for the cause 

But in these next four bars, I'll tell you about Maleverly Laws 

They enforcing on North American shores 

Dog, if they can have rifles on their farms 

Then I don't see why they knocked T.I. for trying to bear arms 

[Chorus] 

Tell them wave at the artist, I feel like I'll make it regardless 

Don't forget I'm the ex-con that made it the farthest (Yup) 

Until the day that I lay with the martyrs 

Or until the day I'm parlaying, playing with my sons and my daughters 

I'mma remain the smartest, hardest working nigga in the business 

Just Blaze, can I get a witness (Yessir) 

See that they probably get it if I come out flop 

Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot (Pop) 

As they putting my body in that life-size Ziplock 

Then you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop" 

Or maybe it entail you to get locked 

To another 20 in the rock for them to give me my props 

Whatever the case may be 

We do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say me 

That's without a album out, y'all rated me 

I drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully 

[Chorus] 

Keep, keep, keep rising 

Whoa, oh 

Keep, keep, keep rising 

Whoa, oh 

Keep, keep, keep rising 

Whoa, oh 

Keep, keep, keep rising 

Whoa, oh 

Wooo! 

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