Big Kev - I Don't Believe That lyrics
rate me(Verse)
You ain't neva pushed no weight
Right before rap, all you talk about is cake
Wouldn't watch yo strap even at a shootin' range
So yo stories bout Timbaland and me just sound strange
Neva been to jail, I can glorify that
Be yoself in yo rhymes, homie, won't ya try that
Music just entertainment, but I wouldn't buy that
Told enough lies, now let's talk about facts
A momma boy all yo life, when was you in the street?
Rap gangsta in the booth, it sound good ova beats
Toe it up on TV, make ya feel like a G
Talkin' how you get it in, but it don't impress me
Tell 'em how you went to school, dudes used to pick on you
Chick neva gave ya play, you in the damn way
Computer geek turned hard, I'm like oh my God
Yo, who image yo facade? I ain't feelin' you, dawg!
(Hook)
Everybody hustlers, everybody gangsters
Everybody flip bricks, everybody bloods and crips
I don't believe that, thinkin' that you lyin'
Can't be somethin' you're not, so stop tryin'
Everybody murderous, everybody track stars
Everybody kingpins, 100.000 dolla cars
I don't believe that, you're nothin' but a lame to me
I know you're nothin' that you claim to be, ha
(Verse 2)
Got these dudes 40 years old actin' like they're 21
Stuck on stupid, no dame, want none
Frontin' like they schooled two years in the pen
Dude, you really gotta go two years in the pen
All y'all snitchin', the realest what you came to be
Got yo lil homie screaming 'least he ain't tell on me'
What that sound like to you? They'll prolly tell it too
Betta watch these snakes, ain't no tellin' what they might do
Everybody go hard with a soft nigga, damn
Gotta be some broke dudes, everybody countin' racks?!
Gotta be some fiends left, everybody movin' packs?!
Man, it's kinda hard to believe that
These rappers lyin' to their fans, I refuse to understand
We don't believe ya, go and make up a dance
These rappers lyin' to their fans, I refuse to understand
We don't believe ya, go and make up a dance
Beam up!
(Hook)
(Bridge x2)
This is fo' my real gangstas, livin' that life
Who ain't gotta talk about it, who already got stripes
This is fo' my OGs that really do bands
Sheet check a few *()_ let 'em know it's not a game
This is fo' my real hustlers movin' 'em things
Whoop that, woosh that, flip that king
(Hook)
