Believe lyrics

[Intro: Holloway]
Yeah, shout out to Nascent, QB, GMajor Sound
Me and Gabe up in here trying to progress and give the people what the deserve man, yeah

[Verse 1: Holloway]
Yeah, I’m on another mission again
Turn on the television, telling lies to our vision again
They paint a pretty picture of a lifestyle that we’re missing and then
We slang dope, with dreams of bringing hope to the well
Coke and a scale, you’re supposed to be killed
But then the boys in blue got you lock down and now you’re hoping for bail
Thank God that you’re alive my n*gga, just do your time in Riverside my n*gga
And soon things will get well

[Hook 1: Holloway]
Now if I told you everything ain’t as bad as it seem, would you believe?
And if I told you we could be the next Nas or Jay-Z, would you believe?
Man who the f*ck I’m kidding? We can’t be them n*ggas
Barely ever get to see them n*ggas
I write these rhymes just to free my n*ggas
So their mind can ease
Stop the violence and divide the peace
So that we can believe

[Verse 2: Holloway]
n*gga I don’ paid dues
Even when I’m past due on the rent too
Even when I had to murder instrumentals
My strategy is mental, you ain’t got a clue
Would say you must’ve forgot, but b*tch you never knew
Smartest n*gga in the f*cking room
Especially when I’m surrounded by rap n*ggas
Or wanna be trap n*ggas
Throwing shots? Boy you better not
I put that sh*t on everything, franks red hot
You rap n*ggas is funny to me
You talk about your cars and money to the highest degree
And then you suckers suck a di*k for a f*cking deal
What you need a deal for when all you rap about is a f*cking mill?
But anyway, I ain’t got time to waste my lines on the close minded
Misguided, dumb, blinded
Stupid n*ggas that lost their minds and can’t find it
I’m here to spit the real sh*t and give you something to believe
[Hook 2: Holloway]
Now if I told you that the rap game would never be the same, would you believe?
And if I told you that these stupid n*ggas only entertain, would you believe?
Man, who the f*ck you kidding, you can’t see me n*gga
Better off putting my EP on repeat n*gga
I write these rhymes just to free my n*ggas
So their mind can ease
Stop the violence and divide the peace
So we believe

[Verse 3: Holloway]
Check, Man life is what you make it
And sometimes the streets is wicked
And, I hate to hear about a victim to the system
But, I heard a rap n*gga had paid a wack n*gga
To kill my cousin [?]
Tell me what the f*ck was he on?
Another black man down because of a clown
Another king that didn’t get to reach his crown
Beware of your surroundings
‘Cause these n*ggas is thieves
These n*ggas will take away your life over some sh*t you won’t believe