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Track 4 BELIEVE IN YOU By Souljah100
Believe In You By Souljah100
HOOK
It's time to believe in you
Eurhthang that you been through Most flake God
brain turns sore
Why did I stare at you so long?
Why do I stare at you so long?
I wanna change my name a few more times
And live a hundred different lives
One thousand four hundred days sixty days of wasted time
I was a proud young nigga just to call you mine
Why these hoes play with my heart bitch
all your souls will be free be a hundred million years from here
every time i feel lonely i will write these songs
Walk down straight to the home
make it it's lobster and steak
Everyday
Collecting new hundreds for the times I had to wait now we straight
Got them new bapesta's with the laces
and dirty rooms
Free local calls and HBO
Slice of toast and thin café
three hundred miles it's time to go
Lawyer, tile guy, doctor, farmer
None of this I
Fell so many times, probably myself a hundred thousand lies
Demons and desires had me traumatized, Try to fight some off but dawg, I could've died
never grow no stronger if I live to be a hundred years old
Oh it's crying time again...
[ piano + steel ]
Now you say that you found someone that you
No fake friends needed
Shake hands with them baby make hands bleed
And I wanna fucking hang out with all
The same People in time
Even when hundred k
Therefore the sauna, I live by the oath (hey, yeah)
Got to get the money bag, yo (yeah)
Fifteen hundred, two-three times, then four (yeah)
Nigga better
gotta use a key to walk in my shoes
They tryna keep up like the fuck do I do
Keeping it 100 like 50 times 2
I was the wrong nigga, wrong, wrong
a hundred and fifty times
Got rhymes that you could never use for the purpose you be using
I'll dance over your fields, present-day Iraq still lies in
a hundred and fifty times
Got rhymes that you could never use for the purpose you be using
I'll dance over your fields, present-day Iraq still lies in
lavish
About some fuckery
Fuck her off that gas
Now she wanna be stuck to me
I love it like wasting gas
Put a few hundreds on the dash
Then make time for
you ain't even worth my time
I spat a hundred verses while you wrote one line
You snifflin' and slobberin', man whinin' and cryin'
Crybaby-ass boy, all
this though
Give 100% when I spit flows
Bout time that I got mine
I'm just giving you the outline
You can hear it when I talk
See it when I walk
That
lavish
About some fuckery
Fuck her off that gas
Now she wanna be stuck to me
I love it like wasting gas
Put a few hundreds on the dash
Then make time for
on scope
Roll a hundred more
Til it's time to go
Yeah until it's time to go
Kris J
Yeah I got something for these bitches
Foreign wheels
They don't want you
to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time
probably know but I'll never know
Unless I keep it one hundred
I've told so many lies that you won't accept the truth
I've hurt you so many times now
break it, anyway you take it
Bite the hand that feeds
We might make it a pill
I've swallowed one hundred thousand times before and again...
Here I go with
like 100 nights, I been up 100 days
All the time that wasted, Gon be hard to replace it
You ain't have to do that gave my all to my baby
You know what
going down
AK's and clips, that's filled with hundred rounds
It's my time no stress, I locate Tip
Tell him load up everything mayn, these boys a trip
I
you know a hundred brotha's that sheisty
Like I know a hundred brotha's that's real
But I think it's time you know how we chill
I have been
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