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franc grams - believe me (remix) lyrics

(intro)
these n-gg-s can’t f-ck wit me man

(hook)
i been on my grind too long, gonna write new songs
tuck it, tell they ain’t f-ckin’ wit me
n-gg-s know i shine too strong, get the time i’m on
m-th-f-cka that’s just what it’s gon’ be
this is for the backpack rat n-gg-s trappin’
in ’em packs, betta save sh-t for the new beat
hear me, i ain’t mad, but i’ll p-ss n-gg-s i don’t hear back
trust they ain’t f-ckin’ wid me

(verse)
franc grams, figure, i would tell you if you ain’t none
prolly in yo b-tch phone with a different name o
came broad figured that you mad, so cado
but you should keep cool, cause they shootin’ if i say so
so clip plow, send ’em in the ambulance
compet-tion wear n-gg-, they do not stand a chance
hardy songs bout drugs that they hand in hand
ain’t it kinda funny that they still can’t handle grams
d-mn it, man, i’m the n-gg- with the hardest sh-t
y’all put out a lot of sh-t, but it’s all moderate
i’m the kief, droppin’ sh-t weekly while they dodgin’ it
i will run a game now, minus all the politics
i promised this, just playn my cards
facing the odds, gettin’ breast day on my job
for the love of hip-hop, don’t f-ck with the god
meaning i couldn’t f-ckin’ teach you how to hang with these barz
i’m in charge of these barz, i’m a warden
killin’ all these n-gg-s, we gon’ get ’em all a warrant
word play sick in it, there should be a ?
mean n-gg-, please, stayn close, we is talkin’

(verse)
y’all ent-tled to that same sh-t, n-gg-s feedin’ you that lame sh-t
how they gonna make it, still ain’t neva made sh-t
hold the rhymes on the grind with that kain sh-t
playn ships and all that fake sh-t
i’m tryna give you somethin’ more
if i talk about the hustle, tell you what i hustle for
remember when the boys kicked at my mother’s door
i pin it to the cell, h-ll, had to struggle more
my daddy was lovato, but sh-t, now that money for survivin’
my mother had now another way i been divided
another bell, keepin’ brother chill when inside it
the struggle brings pain, sick of seein’ mommy cryn
plus, these major labels’ll find a million ways to play you
and the fans won’t pay you
this being broke sh-t’ll change you
sick of watchin’ cable
while these basic n-gg-s break through
prayin’ to the skies while i’m waitin’ for an angel
the videos ain’t free, nor them mixin’ all the beats
betta get a couple g’s, i was whipin’ somethin’ sweet
a hunid every call, i was calculatin’ costs
now the dollas more bout the trips made to the streets

- franc grams lyrics

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