Mr. Krane - Believe Me | Текст песни

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[Hook]
I'm the only one to get the job done,
Killing rhymes like hobo with a shotgun,
Bling-a-rang, my money make you stunt, fun,
Every song I murder it's a new round,
Believe me, believe me,
I been grinding for my whole life, so believe me,
Believe me, believe me,
Shorty, I'ma self made so forgive me

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's been way too long since I dropped out,
Swing my life away until I pass out,
Woke up in the morning, see a strange cloud,
Dollar and a dream, yeah, I don't doubt
How the fuck I can't be S T in this fucking game,
Everybody knows my motherfucking name,
Every hooker fucking with the Mr. Krane,
Now they help me enter to the hall of fame,
Long ago I was a scholar, wasn't perfect,
Now I'm getting older, I ain't fucking pervert,
Prefer to blow the blunts, not jobs, I'm Ray Manzarek,
Drug-a-holic, rapper, catholic and alcoholic,
Party all the nights, I don't have to lose,
Rhyming simple words with lots of skills to choose,
Stunting like my daddy, got some cars to use,
Rapping like my buddy Em, this is the truth,
My bitches want to know how tasty my dog Charlie Dickens is,
They like to suck it, lick it, swallow and kiss,
They listen every word that's coming from my Gucci lips,
Got a hooker that gon' wiggle, heaven for the G's!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
To make the way to riches I will step over your dead body,
Excuse my French, pardon, I'm not your damn buddy,
Money gon' be green, they call me John Gotti,
My world will not be ordered, I'm Illuminati,
The wildest of the wildest, call me Victor Valdes,
Every time I take a shot I'm getting wild as
Machine Gun to the Kelly, start to chop them rivals,
My way to fame was filled with roses and the rhy-mes,
I came to conquer Earth and I won't back down,
The bad comediante witta tears of clown,
I want to spend my Friday well, I won't drown
Into the swimming pool of Kendrick, yeah, we rise now,
We gonna shine like diamonds, we are ladies' best friends,
We are almost living legends, our story ends
Long as we getting conquered by the game and fucking Benz
But like MGK I still be poppin' fucking bands!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Chop the final verse up, man, I don't know
What else I shoulda fucking say to you to show my flow,
Rhymin' like Immortal the Technique, I have been thrown
Into the house of luna-tical bitches, they gon' fucking blow
My father-fucking left brain out of my fucking head,
Put me in the comatose for the blood to shed,
They know when I hear the trap beat I'm so up like fed,
But fuck them bitch-ass-faggot pussies, I ain't finished yet!
I hustle for my family, I hustle for my hood,
I used to watch them struggle, now they saying "Life is good",
Feeling like a Nas-ty rapper, put you in the mood
That makes you hate someone and tell me that I muthafucking should
To chop him up like razor blades and fucking steak knives,
That's the shit of Jarren Erlichman, the ten of lives,
Your shit is meaningless like the pursuit of cat of mice,
And when you asking me I say "OK, you're muthafucking right!"
I put my Beenie and my hoody on, lace up the Ni-
Ke muthafuckas on, I'm ready, I'm so fucking nice,
His name is Kim, he's working for 1017 the rhymes
And when I chop him up I leave for gangsta's paradise!

[Hook]

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