Believe

Uh..... TenTik

Nobody handed me the mic, I took it

And if you thinking, amma put it down, you clueless

I spit the ghetto gospel, the booth is the pulpit

So what you're hearing now, is not just music

It's way deeper than that

Wake up in your grave if you slip on my rap

I spit from the heart, so everything I say is real

Practice and grace, that's how I became this ill

Nor be skunk, nor be alcohol, its nothing like that

But you gon get intoxicated when you bopping my jam

You gon get addicted to it, you be craving for more