Believe Me

For real, I ain't talking Jordan Peele but I'm a ufo

Cause they get out soon as they see us, they're like nope

My bitch cookin' crack out the ass, shit is dope

Bricks in the kitchen, cut the stash up with kitchen soap

Tell 'em this a different pack, if you didn't know

So much coke hiding in my coat, it feels awfully cold

On the block trying not to bluff, got 'em for the snow

For the low, E and DMT, sound like I've been talking code

H, K-2, quaaludes, xans, percs and up

Like John Tucker must die, in my pants, got that jawn on tuck

In traffic with the loud, the car behind me rolling their windows up

I'm from the side of town of "keep ya head up and ya brim low" bruh