Non Believers

Growing up I had it rough, but at least I know that that's the shit that really made

me tough

Don't try to touch your luck, I know some people call em up

Ain't talking Giannis, but them niggas scoring for them bucks

Listen, they be waiting to get active

Better hope that they don't bring them buttons, they gon' tap it

I know I'm talking tough, but I know niggas who could back it

They really got that shit in the tuck, nigga they be packing

But enough of that

Let me get some racks then I ain't coming back

Cause ain't shit for me less, I'm playing blocks like I'm a running back

I ain't trying to get stuck and then complain about my luck, cause if you going hard enough

Then you gon' make it to the front

But niggas act like they don't know, shooting shit just trying to get some validation from

the bros

Or actin' tough in front the hoes, I know that's the way it go

So watch your back for niggas, cause they be the ones you call your bro

So when you go to sleep tonight, make sure that you stay dreamer

Cause it's hard to have some hope in this world full of non-believers

So keep your circle and check cant have no under achievers

If they don't wanna level up, then fuck em

And it ain't winter but it's cold, that's cause I'm from Philly

And everybody know that it get gritty in my city

Some killers, they get rich, yeah, driving round in Bentleys

But the other ones, they feet up on the land in the bitty

Yeah, niggas will kill you on some hating shit

Youn even gotta be inside the field

When it come to Nizzy know I'm spraying shit

Cause he the only one that kept it real

Real from the jump, nigga

I keep my shooter paper cause he really slump, niggas

And I ain't talking man when I say that my brody hunt, niggas

And he know I'm the rapper, you talking brody gon' come get you

The way that she can't keep her hands off my wood, she gon' get thumb splinters

Yeah, me and broski on the paper route

With this rapping, we some youngins tryna find a way to make it out

If it's beef inside the city, you can't dine in, gotta take it out

And in this cycle, you just dead or in jail

It ain't no breakin' out

My lil' broski feel like Bron the way he clutched with the heaters

Told bro, I met this lil eater, and bro, I think I'ma keep her

I think that I lost my soulmate like Ye with Adidas

I know I ain't got no proof, but I still think she a cheater

Yeah, I still think she a creeper

No, I can't trust no one with all these non-believers

And she gon' hop from bro to bro, so I'ma call her a leaper

She said her friends and her mama don't like how I treat her

Yeah, they don't like how I treat her

I can't trust no one, non-believers

I'm fuckin' with another bitch, I know it got her teed up

In the trenches, all them savages was raised without no leader

When you go to sleep tonight, make sure that you stay a dreamer

Cause it's hard to have some hope in this world full of non-believers

So keep your circle in check cant have no under achievers

If they don't level up, then fuck them

And it ain't winter, but it's cold

That's cause I'm from Philly

And everybody know that it get gritty in my city

Some killers, they get rich, yeah, drive around in Bentleys

But the other ones, they feet up on the land and the bitty