Текст Big K.R.I.T. – Believe Me Freestyle

All I need is God, couple mil’ and a porterhouse
All these niggas’ paper soldiers cardboard, cut ’em out
I remember when I ain’t had shit
Mama said don’t touch nothing, now I’m on some grab shit

You ain’t said shit ’til you said it to me
You payin’ for the pussy shawty said it was free
Now I ain’t got time for the fake ones
All I talk about cake motherfucker go and bake one
We was on some shit back in nine-nine
You was suckin’ on ya’ mama’s titties hollering bout the toy mine
Bottom line, I was on the grind all around town
Country bumpkin southern motherfucker in surround sound, Yes!
I flexed and I paid dues
Kicked a couple doors that they said I couldn’t break through
I remember starving on the real, nigga
Now I got steak on the grill, nigga
Saute shrimp, lemon peel let it chill, nigga
Nah, you can’t eat cause it’s keep what you kill, nigga
Rolling down the strip like I never made it
Peepin’ all the broke motherfuckers keep me motivated
Pop that ass for a player, don’t be scared of the dick
Find a drink and some gators for a pimp
I ain’t playin’ with these hoes
Bad bitches super fly, super
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