Believe Me (Keymix) lyrics

[Hook: Troy Ave]
I'm the only one who got the job done
I got the juice now, I could let you borrow some
Here's a couple apples from the saviour of the apple
They ain't believe I wrote about it like the book of Matthew
Now you see, believe me
BSB the brand, I am King T
They just let you down, they ain't [?]
Cook, take a look, where the f*ck they be?
Nowhere, magazines no photo there
Name a f*ckin' town, they ain't even got a show there
Bunch of b*tches round, they ain't even got a ho here
I'm Bruce Lee Troy, yeah the glow here, n*gga

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
Uh, It's BSB we right back on that real sh*t
And were I'm coming talk, homie we come to kill sh*t
I got a short temper, guess it's just that ville sh*t
We known to bring out them big guns for lil' sh*t
So if you see someone in a blanket it ain't Will Smith
But we might be playin' Jada, let's still spit
My heart numb, I don't feel sh*t
But I'm cooler now, tryna be on some chill sh*t
But these n*ggas they just tweak sh*t
And I don't really do the internet beef sh*t
[?] my brother, he be on some peace sh*t
Me I'd rather get the gun and RIP sh*t
It ain't a secret, n*gga we a [?] sh*t
f*ckin' all the hoes that you wishin' you could sleep with
n*gga you ain't nice, you just half way decent
Never gettin' light, you're career's on a leash b*tch
And you n*ggas dissin', man are you kidding me?
Y'all been rappin' before I lost my virginity
Now I'm rappin' you're tryna feed off my energy
You're a strugglin' rapper, you not my enemy
I mean literally, what the f*ck is a
To some young n*ggas ballin', my n*gga am one
"Take that" like Diddy say
f*ck you and your 50k, I kill you n*ggas any day
[Hook]

[Verse 3: King Sevin]
BSB them n*ggas though
You f*ck with me you gotta f*ck one of my n*ggas ho
All in her mouth, I ain't tryna be a dentist though
She ain't half blooded, but she catch it when I finish, woah
I'm still a BSB stunta
Got spurs in the winter, fly cars in the summer
I run the plays, I ain't gotta get her number
I touch down and send her back like a punter
Cause if I kick it to her she ain't coming back
She gon' run through my team like a running back
I give you fifty, want a hundred back
Or when you see me you, how you [?] like a lumberjack
Believe me, it's easy
Shorty blind, I ain't the one she came to see
I'm on my grind I'm the one you never see
A b*tch can lose her mind and she gon' still remember me

[Verse 4: Avon Blocksdale]
Block coming through and I get the job done
Ran up on him with the nine that how I drop some
I'm playing eeny miney mo on n*ggas
That's anybody getting hit when I blow the triggers
Blocksdale, I could teach you how to tow a n*gga
Four pound, take em down underneath the sewer n*gga
Come on, let me show you how that Glock work
Headshot, make a motherf*ckin' top squirt
Come on, I can tell you how that clock work
On the block, careful when them narcs [?]
Chef base, so-so on the stove top
Corner after corner, half a bird in a week
You'll get served in the streets
Throwing words over beats
[?] when its beef
n*ggas rather take to tweets
Doesn't matter I could get a n*gga murdered in a week
So f*ck a tweet, I could get a n*gga murdered in the streets