Teezy From The Clair - Believer paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Believer - Teezy From The Clair




What must I do to make you a believer
I done took packages out of the freezer
Ran wit them savages Ate syrup sandwiches
What more y'all want from me Check my demeanor
What must I do to make you a believer
I made em lean like the Tower of Pisa
I got more stripes than a ref and a zebra
Ran up the bag super fast like a cheetah
What must I do to make you a believer
Name clean did so much dirt
What must I do to make you a believer
Still living they ain't put me on no shirt
What must I do to make you a believer
Only real ones can know my pain
What must I do to make you a believer
Think its bout time that they know my name
What more y'all want from me
I been ran them streets wit no cleats Did it comfortably
I got put on set as baby The Clair was my Daddy
Missed child support monthly
So I had to get out and get it Had Crack Coke and Dog
Even get you a Blunt from me
You could get what you want from me
I took that Reggie to Akron Think they got some Runtz from me
Soon enough I caught time out there Me and Dubba dripped slime out there
In the opps hood Hitting licks Out my mind out there
Til my Co D dropped dimes out there
Y'all know these silly rappers lyin' out there
I was really on the grind out there
The things that I seen would've made em go blind out there
They'd of watched me from the blinds out there
No they can't relate what I talk about
They feet go ache when they hear what the walk about
I walked em down wit my hands and I sparked em out
Went down wit 12 I'm that dog that they bark about
Lost Mom to cancer two months for they walked me out
Smiled through it all Made a meal out the ammo
That bullet got bit I went soldier no camo
Don't need no more smoke Climbed that hump like a camel
What must I do to make you a believer
I done took packages out of the freezer
Ran wit them savages Ate syrup sandwiches
What more y'all want from me Check my demeanor
What must I do to make you a believer
I made em lean like the Tower of Pisa
I got more stripes than a ref and a zebra
Ran up the bag super fast like a cheetah
What must I do to make you a believer
Name clean did so much dirt
What must I do to make you a believer
Still living they ain't put me on no shirt
What must I do to make you a believer
Only real ones can know my pain
What must I do to make you a believer
Think its bout time that they know my name
Fresh out of hell Smell the smoke from the fire
Clothes still be hot like they fresh out the dryer
May be burnt out but don't call me no liar
Came foreign one month now please tell me one flyer
I walked that time down call me black Michael Myers
Came home to a grip like some pliers
So I must keep a pole like a flyer
They out here wit sticks ain't conducting no choirs
Now who you know rap like this
Comin straight facts like this On the map like this
Favorite rapper never capped like this
Cyphers in the Motherland Brothers really snapped like this
Trap star never trapped like this
Whipping up a chicken in the booth I need to wrap my wrist
Beat the beat I need to wrap my fist
Prolly on a fast Ask me how I still crap like this
I was Bloody, no takin that red off
I was robbin and letting that lead off
I was hungry I wanted my cut
I jumped out of that cut Took my cut and I sped off
You can't walk in my shoes You can't cross through my grass
Bet a blade'll be cutting yo leg off
Ask yourself could you kill just to eat
It was bona petite Then cut that chickens head off
What must I do to make you a believer
I done took packages out of the freezer
Ran wit them savages Ate syrup sandwiches
What more ya'll want from me Check my demeanor
What must I do to make you a believer
I made em lean like the Tower of Pisa
I got more stripes than a ref and a zebra
Ran up the bag super fast like a cheetah
What must I do to make you a believer
Name clean did so much dirt
What must I do to make you a believer
Still living they ain't put me on no shirt
What must I do to make you a believer
Only real ones can know my pain
What must I do to make you a believer
Think its bout time that they know my name
40 Hittas on my Jpay
They label me the realest for a state pay
Believe I bought stamps wit my gate pay
Imma buy they way out on my payday
40 Hittas on my Jpay
They label me the realest for a state pay
Believe I bought stamps wit my gate pay
Imma buy they way out on my payday



Writer(s): Tyrone Harrison


Teezy From The Clair - Believer
Album Believer
date de sortie
26-10-2019




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