believeme - Knxwledge

Through the man’s mind, God

He see his elevation, God

See, through his mind he see his elevation, God

Because this where he begin to know that where he come from

Billy D Stro, too much like a pimp

Tomahawkin' and Morten, million dollar strip

Million dollar muthafuckas, not a red cent

It don’t make no damn sense, how this hard money spent?

Easy (for what)

For dead presidents

Dead muthafuckas, dead on your residence

Dead on the rival, you been dead ever since

You was a dead man walkin, get a dead wrong limp

And I’m dead ass serious, serious as shit

Serious as a heart attack, serious as chips

Like you been helding it down, showing me what’s up

I got the butterfly all up on my chest

And I know we gon get it together no matter what

So we gon eat right now, we gon chill for a minute

Do whatever we got to do, get our little dance on

And after that, boom

Nigga you done lost your marbles

Believe me, it’s me and you, till the end