Believe Lyrics – Chief Keef

Sosa, man, what the f*ck is going on with you, bro?
We been waiting on this Almighty So 2 for a minute now, man
You say you gon’ drop it, then you don’t drop it
Then you say you gon’ drop it again, then you don’t drop it
What the f*ck is going on with you, bro?
Yo’ lil’ ugly a$$ takin’ all day, man
On my baby, boy, you’re barbequed
Yo’ a$$ like a hickory smoked house roach
Yo’ lil’ ugly a$$, boy
Yo’ a$$ like a deep-fried Jamaican pigeon
Yo’ lil’ ugly a$$, boy
Yo’ a$$ like a old testament demon (GDKFM Radio)
You ugly as f*ck, first of all
Then you ain’t drop the sh!t (On foenem)
Yo, motherf*ckers gon’ get on yo’ a$$, boy
Yo’ a$$ gon’ be barbeque, boy
Drop that Almighty So 2 right now, bro
We need that sh!t right now
The streets need that sh!t right now
Drill need that sh!t right now, man, drop that sh!t, man
What the f*ck is you waiting on, man? On baby
Every day, every day, every day
Here you come, can’t even cook and eat right
Here y’all come, here y’all come
I don’t know who gon’ get famous for this sh!t
I don’t know who gon’ get fame for this sh!t
But I know one thing, when they make it, they leave

Never show them n!ggas your hand
Was panhandling before I was handlin’ business with pan
Private jet so I could take a flight to France
Snap ya head, n!gga, nah, we ain’t snipin’ cans
We ain’t throwin’ rocks and hidin’ our hands
This STO cost me four hundred bands
Can’t put on another n!gga if you ain’t puttin’ on your mans
Since my granny left, n!gga, I been goin’ in
I ain’t gon’ lie, a n!gga sick of buying cars
I think it’s time for a n!gga to do something smart
n!gga, I don’t even use my garage as a garage
Crib in Agoura? Tryna find me one on Mars, n!gga

Can’t put on another n!gga if you ain’t puttin’ on your mans
Can’t put on another n!gga if you ain’t puttin’ on your mans
Can’t put on another n!gga if you ain’t puttin’ on your mans
Can’t put on another n!gga if you ain’t puttin’ on your mans

I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy
I could lay in a forest in a tent, come out with a brown bear’s head
I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy
I’m in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride
Got a b!tch up in my movie room and I got a b!tch in the back
Baby hit me up so much, I’ma just start hittin’ her back
She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin’ gibberish
I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

Was mad my daughter went through a phase of sayin’ “period”
BM just said she been gettin’ her period
I’m like, “Damn, what? Is you serious?”
I had to laugh, Jesus, that sh!t had me furious
Tryna learn how to treat these women, man
Sad to say I turned out just like my damn daddy, man
I’m that kid, I ain’t get to be a kid
Early age I started selling dope like my people did
I was in and out my people fridge
Smart as sh!t, most of the time had to be a evil kid
Lit the campfire, n!gga, I’m just tryna keep it lit
Could of died if the door wasn’t open and was locked like Beanie Sigel said
Bad-a$$ jit, always stayed doing illegal sh!t
Had to get it on my own, they ain’t wanna give me sh!t
I had cluckers coming askin’, “How many can we get?”
Kick your door and then we take our split when we split
I done been, I couldn’t tell you how hard this sh!t get
Keep your heat, make sure you keep your oven mitt
Was on the bricks, now my front yard ten thousand bricks
High speed, barely got away, I gotta sh!t
Mickey Mouse drum, Nickelodeon, I gotta split
Pop out with that sh!t, porta-potty, I got ’em pissed
1969 Hellcat, Jheri curl slick
I’m not the only star, kids ask my cars for pics
Pop out with the clique, what’s my favorite car to pick?
Boy, you better not owe ’em, foenem stomp yo’ a$$ with Ricks
Granny said, “I know one thing, yo’ a$$ better get rich”
I had to show her, she ain’t believe in this sh!t

I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy
I could lay in a forest in a tent, come out with a brown bear’s head
I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy
I’m in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride
Got a b!tch up in my movie room and I got a b!tch in the back
Baby hit me up so much, I’ma just start hittin’ her back
She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin’ gibberish
I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious
I hate being delirious, I hate being delirious