YOUNG CHRIS - Make you a Believer lyrics

rate me

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Y’all know them, well fuck it me either

Well point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer

The under underground, the under underground

Point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer

Y’all know them, well fuck it me either

Well point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer

The under underground, the under underground

Point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer

VERSE 1

Y’all know them, fuck it, me neither

Why sell swagger, why 3 sneaker

Had a bad bitch from overseas, named Anika

I knew I should have kept her, you said she was a keeper

Shout out to the divas, got a Shawty named Geneva

Keep a 3 57 six shots like a beeper

My senorita, get out of line you niggas meet her

She put them deeper, about the franklins, Aretha

My swish is sweeter, sweet as a margarita

We the last board on the game bitch it’s hard to beat us

Even with the magnify niggas it’s hard to see us

Couple gallons of that Fiji all of a Aaliyah

I ain’t one with the workers nigga call your leader

Sweetie give me the best you got I need a younger Anita

Got the pies I need a baker, sweet love I need a baker

Interfere with this paper, motherfuckers see the laser

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VERSE 2

Blocka, blocka, niggas ain’t touching the lyricist

The competition, get body vicious so stop comparing it

Big glocks I’m wearing it, any track I’m airing it

Pro tools, bloody sessions I’m engineering it

Long as niggas keep they vocals out of the court

Stupid niggas should write a book on how to get caught

Couldn’t get it I said fuck it learn how to estort

Learn how the body, the records kill without a remorse

I throw the cargos and the Arseen jean jacket

If I ain’t hit a believe, my nigga P aint had it

Your hit a target and guess who aiming the beam at it

I never said I had a dream, Luther King had it

This is reality, follow me through this dirty valley

My favorite neighbors is shooting up in that dirty alley

The 8 will take away the wait, you don’t need no Ballys

The co-defendant usually break, I don’t need nobody…

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VERSE 3

So on the breakthrough, look at all the millions I’m tied to

15 went the Roc A Fella for high school

Came straight from the poverty to the property

You motherfuckers got a problem on top of me

Coming from the bottom for that number 1

That’s right I’m coming back solo for another run

I ain’t done yet all I know is to win and I ain’t won yet

Industry my bitch still fucking her she aint cum yet

5 yrs strong till I sign my deal

When I drop Alive you niggas dying for real

Much love for the new waves, Levis, the new J's

Snap backs, the backpacks, this is rap in the new days

Biggy, Pac and Jigga that’s era I’m from

Write back no Jam master Dmc just Run

Warning all you rappers death when you see Young Gun

Stupid niggas ya'll can act like ya'll aint see this come

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Thanks to REALBASED100 for correcting these lyrics