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letra de believe in - courtesy

(hook)

(verse 1)
this is for the haters, who want to talk smack
i’m servin mcs like waiters, ya better walk back
stand them all in line, and decease one
preferably the obese one, with a police gun
and release none, “maurice, son”
let me join in and stab her neck line
kick her in groin & grab a tec-9
in the lab wit tech-n9ne, like what the heck n9ne
bullets blow his brain a dab will wreck mine
let’s check mine, let’s examine it
stressing about this exam & sh-t
people dying like the famine hit
so i’m only living for my fam & sh-t
i’m blocked like a dam & sh-t
glock c-ckin, god d-mnit, sh-t
i gotta stand tall, take my hand y’all
waitin for a hundred grand call
until then im sellin pot on the run
it’s all fun until i get shot wit a gun
hopin i will not be the one

(hook)

(verse 2)
what do i believe in? i believe in leavin
my past persona of thievin & decievin
i believe in achievin success wit out grievin
over gods plan for me & my boy stephen
cuz see courtesy is sinnin not winnin
i’m spinnin the mag chamber as the devils grinnin
he’s pinnin hard me down its the last innin at the mound
i gotta keep playin my sound & praying im found
i’m spraying this round, as you decay in the ground
done paying for pounds & conveying my sk!ll
n0body saying i’m ill & so my minds swaying to k!ll
i won’t stop till i’ll laying a mill, on my mommas table
& see a smile on her face
its been a while at this pace
i don’t even smoke dro or strain
n0body knows my pain
why do these hoes obstain
from seein me but come around when
courtesy blows his brain

(hook)

(verse 3)
ignorance runs deeper than precision incisions
ya decisions are based off of politicians visions
they tell you the divisions
between right and wrong
which made me write this song
my will to fight is strong
but i can’t fight for long
if i stand alone on this cold cruel earth
my rhymes dirtier than an old school birth
but i still get no regards or recognition
i’d love to see you r-t-rds in my position
the sh-t ive seen has scarred my condition
i leave every track charred thru my ambition
i got ammunition and i’m ready to fire
rhymin so my mom has a steady retire
so i can pay back all the cash i stole
the fire ain’t over, i won’t ash the bowl
saving flames like i got stash of coal
none of y’all will be able to smash my goal

- courtesy

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