Songtexte Believe It or Not (feat. C-Bo) - C-Bo , Mac Rell

Believe it or not
We came from the bottom to the motherfuckin' top
Believe it or not

I remember as a little kid, runnin' the streets
And had to be home for dinner to get somethin' to eat
All I wanted was to have it all and straight ball
Since the days of juvenile, bein' locked in the hall
Gettin' my bang on, slang on, as a youth
13 Years old sippin' on somethin' 80 proof
O.G.'s had the structure laid out for me to follow
So I followed, hangin' out the window, dumpin' them hollows
As a B.G., on deck, on the set
Had to be down to slangin' with any that disrespect
Oh the girls they loved me, always hugged me
Maybe cause in my eyes they seen a lost little puppy
My mother was always on me about school, but fuck school
I was influenced by other fools and had somethin' to prove
Got caught with dope in my ass crack, and got sent
First dope case, 7 years is for half a ounce

Believe it or not, we came from the bottom to the top
Puttin' in work, gettin' stripes on the block
Reppin' the turf, with my TEC-9 cocked
Grindin' just to come up a notch

See I'm a baller boy, you ain't heard they let me back on the streets
13 For a key, fool we servin' 'em cheap
Got the hook up from the ese, Peruvian flake
We bake cakes down in Cali and move 'em up out of state
Puttin' my hoes on train with 10 half a cakes
Strapped around they waist, while I'm on a plane
Plottin' on this new state, I plan to get mine
Servin' the yola and get over the best way I can by whippin' the soda
I'm a thug addicted to money, and fast cars
Ghetto fabulous stars, rollin' Benzes and Jaguars
On parole so I don't smoke, but I drink
Cristal, Moet, Hennessy, and Dom P
But I gots to make money the fastest way possible
To my thugs all over the world, the fast lane's unstoppable
See I was always told my mission was impossible
But my pops always told me to ball 'til I'm unstoppable

Believe it or not, we came from the bottom to the top
Puttin' in work, gettin' stripes on the block
Reppin' the turf, with my TEC-9 cocked
Grindin' just to come up a notch

See me at my finest with my diamonds shinin' like the sun
And the rims on my Benz, dub-niches yeah they the ones
See I floss cause I could and if you could floss you would
I'm runnin' the hood, trickin', collectin' all the goods
I'm gettin' paid like a kingpin
Swingin' Raris and Vipers through the
Intersection collectin' for my key men
Remember back when I was broke and I'm short
Tempted to smoke some dope, or either snort a line of coke
And I thank the Lord for not lettin' me be a junkie
And I bless pops for not lettin' me be a flunky
Younger brother been ballin' since Y.A
Proud to see me come home and have it my way
Bless me with a half a cake to put me back on my feet
And I said fuck parole soon as I step back on the streets
So I took flight, and see that bitch was a asshole
Illegally stackin' my cash flow

Believe it or not, we came from the bottom to the top
Puttin' in work, gettin' stripes on the block
Reppin' the turf, with my TEC-9 cocked
Grindin' just to come up a notch