Lyrics Believe It - Kamm Carson

In order for you
And me to
To devise some kind
Of method or strategy
To offset some of the events
Or repetition of the events
That have taken
Place here in Los Angeles
Recently we have
To go to the root

You gotta see it
To believe it nigga
Flyin down the one way
Know these bars
Gon take me far
Like Gurley on a run play
Know i'm pushin wisdom
Like i'm Creflo
On a Sunday
Pay ya tithes
Or run and hide
Fruition is the only
Language that I speak
Tuition be bugging me
I rather be smokin tree
These niggas ain't
Built for beef
Pay em no mind
Average to the eye
But i was multi
Platinum make it happen
Like yo mama
Workin 4 jobs
I'm G.I
You Joe niggas
Betta know ya role
Rock bottom
Top shotta
Mac 11 with the flow
Aim perfect
Broke up wit my girl
Cuz it was worth it
Coulda stayed around
But a nigga
Be far from perfect
What's ya purpose
Just speakin of
She hit me on my jack
Be a bold face lie
To say i didn't want her back
But i'm focused
Four cylinder
Hoes givin up
Morals just to hang
With the realist
In the city bruh
Let's get it done
Yo It's now it or never
Down whenever
Mob ties italian leathers
Lemme bring you
To my side
Between Central and Avalon
Homies leave you crippled
Like a cast
They carry arms
No permit got these
Little dreams to go legit
But that fast money
Cash money
Keep em on the fence
Let's repent god forgive us
Thugs and strippers
Two cups pour some liquor
Bless my niggas
Uh
I'm still fuckin wit rhyme
Cuz rhyme pays
I came from
Catchin a fade
Or you lame
I came from
Chili fritos and kool aid
Shit even the
Ice cream truck
Was makin plays
Uh
Put it on the scale
To the mail
Dodging jail
Real street
Smart start
We was never
Made for yale
What's ya IQ
Some chose crip
Some piru
Others went to college
Like myself gotta find you
A purpose you
Wanna reap the fruit
You gotta work it
That peer pressure heavy
Gotta separate
From worthless
Niggas in ya business
Only goal should
Be the digits
You a leader
Or a follower
You sinkin
Or you swimmin
Keep it pimpin
Chunk 2 fingers up
The road to 100
Only goals to
Get it done
The flow on a 100
99s ain't gettin love
You used to
Be the man
Now a days
You a fuckin bum
You ever seen
Ya idol lose his title
And sniffin dope
Or thought 69
Would be the nigga
That's droppin soap
I'm jottin down
These lines meanwhile
You niggas broke
It's student union
Baby best believe
These niggas woke
I'm burnin up
Some sage everytime
I done seen a ghost
You grabbin on ya face
Every time that
You hear a quote
Just like Macaulay Culkin
All this time
I was home alone
A double entendre
Competition just skin bones
Uh
K-A-M-M
The City of Carson
I ain't listen to ya music
Cuz to me
It was garbage
You ain't listen
To my music
It's okay you was snoring
This the road to 100
And we just
Gettin started nigga

You Trippin man come on
Shut up
Sit yo skinny ass down
You want some Kool-Aid
Man you know
I want some Kool-Aid