Saigon - Believe It lyrics
[Saigon - Believe It lyrics]
Whoa ohh, we keep risin to the top
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
After the sunshine come the rain
After the fun time come the pain
I often wonder if it's gonna change
I caught a bad case of Smack-a-Bitchy-Itis
(what happened?) i came home
My wife got my daughter in shitty diapers
(damn) the rice is still raw
And the meat is still frozen in the freezer
I hate that I'm too close to her to leave her
Either I hit the street to do some pitchin
Knowin these dudes is snitchin
Or die tryin to make it as a musician
My livin condition is not
In the greatest position (nope)
And nah I ain't bitchin
I just gotta make a decision
Should I breeze past, hop out in a ski mask
Rob everything movin and cruise in a G-Class
(vroom) but keep writin the heat that
The street like it
Young'uns is recitin my lyrics, so keep bitin
Y'all niggas thinkin shit is easy, it's hard
One thing I know I'mma do is keep believin
Keep believin in God
Whoa ohh, we keep risin to the top
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
After the fast songs come the slow
After the sad songs come some mo' (mo')
This is the life I have come to know
Police is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices stroll
The young hood boogers idolize Keyshia Cole
The rap figures throwin money in the
Air like it's pizza dough
People in the hood ain't eatin though
(though)
I tried to help the labels see the vision
But they lowered me to a subdivision
You gotta be fuckin kiddin
They'd rather me pretend to
Be somethin I'm not
I'm the new Public Enemy
I'm different than Yung Joc
And nah, I ain't dissin
This nigga's up in the Forbes
Shit I ain't made a dollar tryin
To rap for the cause
But in these next four bars
I'll tell you about maleviolent laws
They enforcin on North American shores
Dawg, if they could have
Rifles on their farms
Then I don't see why they knocked
TI for tryin to bear arms
Whoa ohh, we keep risin to the top
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
Tell 'em wave at the artist
I feel like I'll make it regardless
Don't forget I'm the ex-con that
Made it the farthest (yup)
Until the day that I lay with the martyrs
Or until the day I'm parlayin
Playin with my sons and my daughters (uh)
I'mma remain the smartest, hardest
Workin nigga in the business
Just Blaze, can I get a witness? YESSIR!
See that they probably get it if
I come out and flop
Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot
(pop) as they puttin my body
In that life-size Ziplock
Then you'll be sayin "Damn
Giddy died for this Hip-Hop"
Or maybe it'll tell you to get locked
To another 20 in the rock for
Them to give me my props
Whatever the case may be
You do a census on who
Is the sickest lyricist, they say me
And that's without a album out
Y'all rated me
I drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully
Whoa ohh, we keep risin to the top
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
Keep keep keep rising, whoa ohh
Keep keep keep rising, whoa-OHH!
Keep keep keep rising, whoa-OHH!
Keep keep keep rising, whoa ohh
Woo! We on the radio (we on the radio)
Yo turn up the radio! (we on the radio)
Yo we got one, now we got the game on lock!
Radio changing stations
Turn it up! C'monnnnn
We got on the radio, AHH!
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
After the sunshine come the rain
After the fun time come the pain
I often wonder if it's gonna change
I caught a bad case of Smack-a-Bitchy-Itis
(what happened?) i came home
My wife got my daughter in shitty diapers
(damn) the rice is still raw
And the meat is still frozen in the freezer
I hate that I'm too close to her to leave her
Either I hit the street to do some pitchin
Knowin these dudes is snitchin
Or die tryin to make it as a musician
My livin condition is not
In the greatest position (nope)
And nah I ain't bitchin
I just gotta make a decision
Should I breeze past, hop out in a ski mask
Rob everything movin and cruise in a G-Class
(vroom) but keep writin the heat that
The street like it
Young'uns is recitin my lyrics, so keep bitin
Y'all niggas thinkin shit is easy, it's hard
One thing I know I'mma do is keep believin
Keep believin in God
Whoa ohh, we keep risin to the top
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
After the fast songs come the slow
After the sad songs come some mo' (mo')
This is the life I have come to know
Police is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices stroll
The young hood boogers idolize Keyshia Cole
The rap figures throwin money in the
Air like it's pizza dough
People in the hood ain't eatin though
(though)
I tried to help the labels see the vision
But they lowered me to a subdivision
You gotta be fuckin kiddin
They'd rather me pretend to
Be somethin I'm not
I'm the new Public Enemy
I'm different than Yung Joc
And nah, I ain't dissin
This nigga's up in the Forbes
Shit I ain't made a dollar tryin
To rap for the cause
But in these next four bars
I'll tell you about maleviolent laws
They enforcin on North American shores
Dawg, if they could have
Rifles on their farms
Then I don't see why they knocked
TI for tryin to bear arms
Whoa ohh, we keep risin to the top
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
Tell 'em wave at the artist
I feel like I'll make it regardless
Don't forget I'm the ex-con that
Made it the farthest (yup)
Until the day that I lay with the martyrs
Or until the day I'm parlayin
Playin with my sons and my daughters (uh)
I'mma remain the smartest, hardest
Workin nigga in the business
Just Blaze, can I get a witness? YESSIR!
See that they probably get it if
I come out and flop
Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot
(pop) as they puttin my body
In that life-size Ziplock
Then you'll be sayin "Damn
Giddy died for this Hip-Hop"
Or maybe it'll tell you to get locked
To another 20 in the rock for
Them to give me my props
Whatever the case may be
You do a census on who
Is the sickest lyricist, they say me
And that's without a album out
Y'all rated me
I drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully
Whoa ohh, we keep risin to the top
Whoa ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' be
Whoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you workin two jobs
Tryin to make ends meet
You just tryin to keep yo'
Kids off the street you gotta believe it
(best believe if you dream it)
Oh, you better believe it
(you too can achieve it)
Uh oh, they got you locked in a hole
19 years old ten years, no chance for parole
You better believe it
(that's right, tell 'em again)
Oh, you gotta believe it
(after that, tell a friend) ohhh ohhh
Keep keep keep rising, whoa ohh
Keep keep keep rising, whoa-OHH!
Keep keep keep rising, whoa-OHH!
Keep keep keep rising, whoa ohh
Woo! We on the radio (we on the radio)
Yo turn up the radio! (we on the radio)
Yo we got one, now we got the game on lock!
Radio changing stations
Turn it up! C'monnnnn
We got on the radio, AHH!