Something To Believe In (feat. Lou Armstrong, Patrick Starr, Moroney & Blanco)

(Verse 1)
Erday I wake up to the same *************t
Ive been caking, G
But nowadays the more ******* ******s hating
They in the cut sitting patient
Waiting for me to meet God or Satan
Im in the streets where the killers roam
The villains know if you fake like silicones
You talk about it but inside the kid will grow
And under pressure hell fall man I shouldve known
*************t I deal with tryin to make a mil quick
Still sit in front of a real chick to chill with
I know about a dollar neck froze upon a collar
Os and the cameras goons, holding on a llamas tec
Blowing for the drama got a choking for your mama
Why she blowin on his gamma getting low in the Bahamas
Slaine salute, get on some lyrical *************t
Its a miracle I aint spiritual the *************t that I live
That real street *************t
Real ****** *******s that I eat with
Let the heat spit, getting caught on sea *************t
Running with killers so the greediest cant
Its Lou Armstrong AKA the city is mine
(Verse 2)
3 things I hate girls, women and **********
Spit venom I hack spit vivel collect it
Cynical feet a lyrical ************* Im hot
Im tip a stick the miracle whip Im not
To be ****** with period lips
With them pyramids Im beverage with spiritual ficks next to me
Your whole crew is a terrible mix
Im a don youre a pawn Americas *************
And youre quick to verticle flip
Which means you snitch and heard of a tip *************
************* skin you and turn you to mix
Magic similar to an urban whos sick
Tragic, thats where to a turban that ticks
Flowin up memorial , satorial showing its fixed
Youre an orphan and me I done fathered you
And often Im awesome, the chips I done off with you
Its big deal , but the deal might cost you
(Verse 3)
Moroney, Im the best bar one
These lame ass rappers got bars none
I * ************t bars its a bar stool
High off the lips and the jenicks looks like a cartoon
Spark tools, harpoons are harm dudes
Wet em up while they went away thats a carpool
Your girlfriend is a ************* and you are too
Shes down for the D too so dont argue
Fly talker sky walker high offer
That sour patch holla back if you let the dollar stack
Cash try to hate but take pics and ask for autograph
Copy cats hang em out the dry like a towel rag
I told yall I aint the runner up
Im so high Im literally running up
Bllunted up , with 2 Ls thats a double dutch
Im on the bottom shes on the top Im coming up
(Verse 4)
The beam heavy only got em dropping like right now
Them things heavy on me get em poppin like right now
Yall better back down quiet or hide down
Or have some ********* ****s right now lying your ass down
Cause when the beef come these *************s never there
We gonna bring it to yourman so whoever there
I got them dudes on the streets and they rubber band
Bullets cru*************ng bones you can see we aint never scared
You can see that we everywhere
Old town beam town, BX the beam on
Still on the block trying to see checks and seamore
We aint gonna stop till the whole team eat more
We hit makers, we get paper
Get chicks to taste us, better said were the best
And we aint gonna stop never put it to rest
Same chum mother********** we the best of the best
(Verse 5)
Look we all need something to believe in
And this world living inside of you its fief
You can pray to Jesus Christ for your ******g life if you like
You can be the white picket fence type with the wife
You can knock her up twice aint the ******g lights
From the pipes you know that ***** ***** thrife
When you come home from work and you find her getting piped
By some jerk , do you kill her with the knife?
Cause the world crushed all that you believed in
And shes living with the mailman in your crib
And your kids call him daddy while their mama drive a caddy
That those **********s paid for with your bread
I would rather sip goose from a plastic cup
Get sucked by my broad till I crush the truck
I would rather quit a job where they treat me like a slob
Turn the mother******g mall to a ********
Swear to God I aint living like a dog
Im taking what I want till Im living in the prison or a morgue
Talking to myself the television isnt on
Smoking chrome on the lawn writing rhytims to a song
Thats who I been man, who Ill always be
Im stil the same kid back from them hallways G
So ******** ***** you if the worlds against me
I change the story all around on my MC