Saigon - Believe It Lyrics
(feat. Red 5ive)[Intro: Red 5ive]OhClap[Chorus: Red 5ive (Adlibs - Saigon)]Whoa, ohWe keep rising to the topWhoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the copsWhoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' beWhoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop meThey got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meetYou just trying to keep your kids off the streetYou gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for paroleThey better believe it (That's right, tell them again)Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)Whoa, oh[Verse 1:]After the sunshine come the rain, after the fun time come the painI often wonder if it's gonna changeI caught a bad case of Smacking-*****-I-Itits (What happened?)I came home, my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers (Damn)The rice is still raw and the meat is still frozen in the freezerI hate that I'm to close to her to leave herEither I hit the street to do some pitching, knowing these dudes is snitchingOr die trying to make it as a musicianMy living condition is not in the greatest condition (Nope)And nah, I ain't *****ing, I just gotta make a decisionShould I breeze past, hop out in a ski maskRob everything moving and cruise in a G-Class (Vroom)But keep writing the heat that the street like itYoungings is reciting my lyrics, so keep bitingY'all niggas is thinking shit is easy, it's hardOne thing I know I'm a do is keep believing in God[Chorus: Red 5ive (Adlibs - Saigon)]Whoa, ohWe keep rising to the topWhoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the copsWhoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' beWhoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop meThey got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meetYou just trying to keep your kids off the streetYou gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for paroleYou better believe it (That's right, tell them again)Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)Whoa, oh[Verse 2:]After the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some more (More)This is the life I have come to knowPolice is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices strollThe young, hood boogers idolize Keyshia ColeThe rap figures throwing money in the air like it's pizza doughPeople in the hood ain't eating though (Though)I tried to help the labels see the visionBut they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be *****ing kiddingThey'd rather me pretend to be something I'm notI'm the new Public Enemy, I'm different than Yung JocAnd nah, I ain't dissing, this nigga's up in the ForbesShit, I ain't made a dollar trying to rap for the causeBut in these next four bars, I'll tell you about Maleverly LawsThey enforcing on North American shoresDog, if they can have rifles on their farmsThen I don't see why they knocked T.I. for trying to bear arms[Chorus: Red 5ive (Adlibs - Saigon)]Whoa, ohWe keep rising to the topWhoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the copsWhoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' beWhoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop meThey got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meetYou just trying to keep your kids off the streetYou gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for paroleThey better believe it (That's right, tell them again)Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)Whoa, oh[Verse 3:]Tell them wave at the artist, I feel like I'll make it regardlessDon't forget I'm the ex-con that made it the farthest (Yup)Until the day that I lay with the martyrsOr until the day I'm parlaying, playing with my sons and my daughtersI'mma remain the smartest, hardest working nigga in the businessJust Blaze, can I get a witness (Yessir)See that they probably get it if I come out flopGet dropped, go back to my block and get shot (Pop)As they putting my body in that life-size ZiplockThen you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop"Or maybe it entail you to get lockedTo another 20 in the rock for them to give me my propsWhatever the case may beWe do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say meThat's without a album out, y'all rated meI drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully[Chorus: Red 5ive (Adlibs - Saigon)]Whoa, ohWe keep rising to the topWhoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the copsWhoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' beWhoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop meThey got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meetYou just trying to keep your kids off the streetYou gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for paroleThey better believe it (That's right, tell them again)Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)Whoa, oh[Bridge: Red 5ive]Keep, keep, keep risingWhoa, ohKeep, keep, keep risingWhoa, ohKeep, keep, keep risingWhoa, ohKeep, keep, keep risingWhoa, oh[Outro: Red 5ive]Wooo!We on the radio [x6]
