Make Believe lyrics

by

Styles P


[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, yeah
Statik Selektah
Gangsta Gibbs, baby
Uh!
(None of this is make believe)
Yeah
Statik
(None of this is make believe)
Yeah
Uh, fa'sho
(None of this is make-)
Uh!

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Said I'm a rich n*gga and this is for you b*tch n*ggas
b*tch, said f*ck the world and everything in it
Got foreigns in the driveway and ain't a thing rented
I drain the main vein in the mouth of main b*tches
And lame n*ggas, stuck on pussies expansion
I proceed to slip and fall in and out of them drawers
Rendezvous with these groufie broads, now I'm dodging their calls
Bet you wish you could be a fly up on my project walls
Serving clucks in my mama driver, started off with a ball, fa'sho
The dope boy done graduated to the dope man
Got rich and flipped a rap career off 3 and a half grams
And ain't no n*gga ever gave me sh*t
I paid the cost so f*ck your boss, I work for FG, b*tch
And it's the truth cause di*kriding's at an all-time f*cking high
So I stay solo, let this dolo blow my f*cking mind
The razor blade major paid, quick to break a fiend
Taking all fades, n*gga, none of this sh*t was make believe
b*tch
[Hook 2]
I said none of this sh*t was make believe
(None of this is make believe)
I said none of this sh*t was make believe, n*gga
(None of this is make believe)

[Verse 2: Ea$y Money]
None of this is make believe
I can show you it all, the biggest doubter I can make believe
Listen to the jewels I'm spitting
The street sh*t is in my genes, homie, it's my true religion
Y'all really bore me on tracks
Sounding really corny on wax
Fronting like you really went to war or combat
You ignoring all facts
They done put me in a cell like you store your contacts
Rap n*ggas tell lies
Talk tough, but when the beef come, between their legs where their tail lies (pus*y)
ST do biz
Hold it down in any prison you sit us in, homie you're a citizen
Sold drugs like the pharmaceutic
The realest overall like a farmer suited
We the most official, we tote them pistols
And we got flows that's sick, too, come f*ck with us

[Hook 2: Freddie Gibbs]
I said none of this sh*t was make believe, n*gga
(That's what I'm saying though!)
I said (None of this is make believe)
(Your whole life's made up!)
I said none of this sh*t was make believe, n*gga
(You're an author! Fictional!)
(None of this is make believe)
[Verse 3: Termanology]
Uh I take the trees, break the trees, shake the trees
Quarter pound, eighth of trees and (none of this is make believe)
I chased a cat down the block with a .38 special
He was speed walking, lucky he ain't see a coffin
I really put in work in them studios
Where them groupie hoes try and get loose and go out control
If Iraq snuff you and machete rush you
Or hectic gun butt you, that just make Term sucka
I'm the muscle and the brain, seeing Russia on the plane is amazing
You should try to change your situation
Instagram scams and Twitter altercations
Facebook stalkers, y'all motherf*ckas be hating
Detec's spying on me, sh*ts get violent on me
Cliques stay wilding, homie, stick lanes, piling rollies
This rap life is real life all the time, my friend
It's 'Ology, I'm known for getting it in
Plus...

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
I said none of this sh*t was make believe, n*gga
(For real)
I said (None of this is make believe), b*tch
I said none of this sh*t was make believe, n*gga
(None of this is make believe)
[Outro: Statik Selektah]
Statik Selektah
Gangsta Gibbs
Ea$y Money
'Ology
Facts not fiction
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