Franc Grams - Believe Me (Remix) lyrics
rate me(Intro)
These niggas can't fuck wit me man
(Hook)
I been on my grind too long, gonna write new songs
Tuck it, tell they ain't fuckin' wit me
Niggas know I shine too strong, get the time I'm on
Muthafucka that's just what it's gon' be
This is for the backpack rat niggas trappin'
In 'em packs, betta save shit for the new beat
Hear me, I ain't mad, but I'll pass niggas I don't hear back
Trust they ain't fuckin' wid me
(Verse)
Franc Grams, figure, I would tell you if you ain't none
Prolly in yo bitch phone with a different name o
Came broad figured that you mad, so cado
But you should keep cool, cause they shootin' if I say so
So clip plow, send 'em in the ambulance
Competition wear nigga, they do not stand a chance
Hardy songs bout drugs that they hand in hand
Ain't it kinda funny that they still can't handle grams
Damn it, man, I'm the nigga with the hardest shit
Y'all put out a lot of shit, but it's all moderate
I'm the kief, droppin' shit weekly while they dodgin' it
I will run a game now, minus all the politics
I promised this, just playn my cards
Facing the odds, gettin' breast day on my job
For the love of hip-hop, don't fuck with the god
Meaning I couldn't fuckin' teach you how to hang with these barz
I'm in charge of these barz, I'm a warden
Killin' all these niggas, we gon' get 'em all a warrant
Word play sick in it, there should be a ?
Mean nigga, please, stayn close, we is talkin'
(Hook)
I been on my grind too long, gonna write new songs
Tuck it, tell they ain't fuckin' wit me
Niggas know I shine too strong, get the time I'm on
Muthafucka that's just what it's gon' be
This is for the backpack rat niggas trappin'
In 'em packs, betta save shit for the new beat
Hear me, I ain't mad, but I'll pass niggas I don't hear back
Trust they ain't fuckin' wid me
(Verse)
Y'all entitled to that same shit, niggas feedin' you that lame shit
How they gonna make it, still ain't neva made shit
Hold the rhymes on the grind with that Kain shit
Playn ships and all that fake shit
I'm tryna give you somethin' more
If I talk about the hustle, tell you what I hustle for
Remember when the boys kicked at my mother's door
I pin it to the cell, hell, had to struggle more
My daddy was lovato, but shit, now that money for survivin'
My mother had now another way I been divided
Another bell, keepin' brother chill when inside it
The struggle brings pain, sick of seein' mommy cryn
Plus, these major labels'll find a million ways to play you
And the fans won't pay you
This being broke shit'll change you
Sick of watchin' cable
While these basic niggas break through
Prayin' to the skies while I'm waitin' for an angel
The videos ain't free, nor them mixin' all the beats
Betta get a couple G's, I was whipin' somethin' sweet
A hunid every call, I was calculatin' costs
Now the dollas more bout the trips made to the streets
(Hook)
I been on my grind too long, gonna write new songs
Tuck it, tell they ain't fuckin' wit me
Niggas know I shine too strong, get the time I'm on
Muthafucka that's just what it's gon' be
This is for the backpack rat niggas trappin'
In 'em packs, betta save shit for the new beat
Hear me, I ain't mad, but I'll pass niggas I don't hear back
Trust they ain't fuckin' wid me
