Finesse Souljaa - Believe Lyrics

I ain't tryna talk bout shit, I got a lot of shit on my head
It's hard to go to sleep when you know someone wants you dead
When someone wants you dead
No, we're not the same, yeah I'm different from you

I cannot fit in, I can't fake kick it with you
Don't get no love in till you dead, they all gon' be missin' you
Missin' you, they gon' be missin' you
I ain't duck off, lay low

And stack that bread up, they don't know what I'm on
Cause I don't tell them I can't f*ck with these niggas
You know I always knew better
If I love you, I love you, you know we gon' stick together

Together, through whatever
We get better, we get cheddar
Help each other, through whatever
If it's rainin', yeah, I can give you my sweater, yeah

You know I love you, you know I love you
If it's rainin', nigga, I'll give you my sweater
Through whatever, through whatever
We gon' make it better

I ain't tryna talk bout shit, I got shit on my head
It's hard to go to sleep when you know someone wants you dead
When someone wants you dead
Yeah, yeah
Aye , no, we not the same, yea I'm different from you
I cannot fit in, I can't fake kick it with you
Don't get no lovin' till you dead, they all gon' be missin' you
Missin' you, they gon' be missin' you

I ain't tryna talk bout shit, I got a lot of shit on my mind
And the music that I make is for the hustlas on the grind
Another day, another way, and I'm just tryna find
I'm just tryna find what's mine

I'm a diamond in the dirt, and when they find me, I'ma shine
I'm a diamond in the dirt, and when they find me, I'ma shine
Everybody got they hand out like they need some
I got Gucci glasses on, nigga, I don't see none

Workin' hard every day, I'm just tryna be some
I see red, but my heart black, this shit get cold, there ain't no look
If you fail , then try again and get back up and don't give up
Don't give up, get back up and don't give up

They don't believe until they see, and when they see, they won't believe
I got diamonds on my teeth, and I got Gucci on my feet
Makin' sure my family eat, they won't believe that that is me
And the music that I make is for the hustlas tryna eat

I done turned that to a man, I'm not a lil' boy in these streets
I done turned it to a man, I got the plan to succeed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They ain't f*ckin' with me, and I know that for sure

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They ain't f*ckin' with me