Maxo Kream BELIEVE Lyrics, BELIEVE Lyrics by Maxo Kream ft Don Toliver

It’s a four in my liter, tell a hoe change her demeanor
Got a whole lot of this shit
Might spend your savings this evening
I’ma make it all back, that’s the vision
Fuck your bitch real quick this season
I remember when a n**** ain’t have shit
And I’ll put it in your face, better believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
I remember when a n**** ain’t have shit
And I’ll put it in your face, better believe it

I remember when a n**** ain’t have
I was down broke on my ass
Now Lambo truck paper tag
Hellcat, I’ma do the whole dash (I’m gone)
Sleeping on the floor I was young and bummy
Ask for dough, they said no, they wouldn’t lend me money
Had to go out and step when they came to my wealth
I ain’t need no one else to go get it for me
Put my trust in my faith like I’m biggie poppa
I bought choppas for patnas, that’ pocket watching
Used to laugh at my dream, people used to doubt me
Now it’s Amiri Balenci’ when I go shoppin’
Houston Texas I rep it forever ever
Smokin dope, pour a four, mix that shit together
Drop the top on arenas since Harvey, Katrina
Thought my city fell off, but we back together

It’s a four in my liter, tell a hoe change her demeanor
Got a whole lot of this shit
Might spend your savings this evening
I’ma make it all back, that’s the vision
Fuck your bitch real quick this season
I remember when a n**** ain’t have shit
And I’ll put it in your face, better believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
I remember when a n**** ain’t have shit
And I’ll put it in your face, better believe it

Young n**** getting that lettuce
Old heads start getting jealous
They never broke bread, never fed us
Misled old heads never led us
Getting bread old head wouldn’t let us
Put the bread on your head like some lettuce
Infrared to his head, tell him ketchup
Two steps ahead, old heads, thought they left us
Got it out the mud like a refugee
Now I sip mud in the penthouse suite
Rolly plain jain, bussdown AP
PJ plane to the SRT
Pull up Lambo or the Track Hawk Jeep
Hunnid bands in my hand got the racks on me
Sellin’ packs lowkey
Got the strap on me
I’m the flyest crip that you ever gon’ see

It’s a four in my liter, tell a hoe change her demeanor
Got a whole lot of this shit
Might spend your savings this evening
I’ma make it all back, that’s the vision
Fuck your bitch real quick this season
I remember when a n**** ain’t have shit
And I’ll put it in your face, better believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
Be-be-be-be believe it
I remember when a n**** ain’t have shit
And I’ll put it in your face, better believe it

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