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[Chorus]
Believe me
Took a hundred thou’ to my jeweler, told him freeze me
I can fuck your bitch any day of the week, believe me
Pulling up in all type of foreigns, shit, that’s how we be
Ain’t nothing more important than getting this money, believe me
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Believe me, believe me
Took a hundred to my motherfuckin’ jeweler just to freeze me

[Verse 1]
A hundred with the jeweler (VS)
In the club spending money, shining like hooper (ball)
I’m the type of nigga split a million with the shooters (trap)
I look up to the bosses like Tookie and Larry Hoover (hey)
Yeah, neck full of ice (ice)
Did a lot of wrongs just to get my money right (right)
I tell these rappers stay away with that fake shit (stay away)
‘Cause I got niggas round me that still like to take shit, yeah
She calls all my cars spaceships, yeah (spaceships)
I work the trap in the day shift, yeah (day shift)
A crack baby worth ten mil, yeah (ten mil)
Still turnin’ down record deals, ha

[Chorus]
Believe me
Took a hundred thou’ to my jeweler, told him freeze me
I can fuck your bitch any day of the week, believe me
Pulling up in all type of foreigns, shit, that’s how we be
Ain’t nothing more important than getting this money, believe me
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Believe me, believe me
Took a hundred to my motherfuckin’ jeweler just to freeze me

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
If you my nigga, you my nigga then
I told all of my bitches that they mine forever
I told all my niggas we don’t compete, we shine together
Extra money buried for my son and I can’t wait to tell him
Lil nigga you got a million dollar shovel (dig it up)
In the streets, felt like I was dancing with the devil (uh-huh)
Made a lot of money, lost a lot of friends though (damn)
Your homies loyal ’til the one time you tell ’em no (damn)
I vow to never let another nigga raise my kids (nah)
Nigga them your responsibilities, not his (for real)
Real niggas walk in, and they get nervous (why)
Everything I’m getting right now, I deserve it

[Chorus]
Believe me
Took a hundred thou’ to my jeweler, told him freeze me
I can fuck your bitch any day of the week, believe me
Pulling up in all type of foreigns, shit, that’s how we be
Ain’t nothing more important than getting this money, believe me
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Believe me, believe me
Took a hundred to my motherfuckin’ jeweler just to freeze me

Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Might cause crickets and a zip code 33
Oh glory waving at you
As you’re driving by the court house
And it’s just another day in Heaven South

A little country ange like you’ve never seen
Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans
You pick her up on Friday
And you pucker up and kiss her on the mouth
And it’s just another day in Heaven South

Drive down Main Street and everybody’s there
Subwoofers booming like [?] in a square
Sign says "no cruising" but nobody cares
I got a girl to put my arm around
It’s just another day in Heaven South

Oh, oh, oh
It’s just another day in Heaven South
Oh, oh, oh

There’s a bunch of lawn chairs in the living room
There’s a UFC fight on pay per view
[?] got fireworks for afterwards tonight
Gotta make a little run for beer

Down on Main Street and everybody’s there
Subwoofers booming like [?] in a square
Turn on the music, [?]
If you turn it off and look around
It’s just another day in Heaven South

Eggs on the griddle, coffee in my cup
Farmer on a tractor, kids on a bus
Oh glory waving as they raise her up above the court house
And it’s just another day in Heaven South
Oh, it’s just another day in Heaven

Oh, oh, oh
It’s just another day in Heaven South
Oh, oh, oh
It’s just another day in Heaven South
Oh, oh, oh
It’s just another day in Heaven South
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I’ma love you all night
We gon’ be alright
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I’ma love you all night
We gon’ be alright
When I couldn’t pay the rent
I had no money to spend
I was caught up in the trench
Now you’re the reason that we rich
When the feds raid the door
Put the shadow on the floor
They found them things in the drawer
You got me the lawyer for the court
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gonna make love all night
Like Mr. Marley
Turn down the lights
We don’t need no interruption
Turn down the lights
We can have a deep discussion
Turn up the lights, baby
You don’t gotta hide your imperfections
Turn down the lights
Ehh, what we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
We gon’ be alright
Wait a minute baby
You’re so real
You shoot to kill
Ehh, in this cold world
We feel them chill
Zion awaits, yeah
I’m in the bed
At them golden gates
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
And I’m feeling alright
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ be alright
We gon’ love all night
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good

Zone six
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out them gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin’ with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don’t know the history? I’m from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it’s not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici’, it’s not an ishy
Or I’m too lazy to cross roads, if not, I’m busy
It’s not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y’all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin’ in barcode, nothin’ left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I’m sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that’s what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that’s what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo ’cause they were settin’ the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it’s like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it’s like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I’ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that’s my beliefs and I stand on ’em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on ’em
Some band want ’em, these verses hot and the fans want ’em
I’m from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I’ve been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I’m at the nana’s, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I’m feelin’ petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes ‘I’m not your Santa’
Just want the body, nobody tryin’ to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin’ them Hawks out, then it’s not Atlanta’s

If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
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