Saigon - Gotta Believe It Lyrics
[Chorus: Just Blaze (Saigon)]Whoa-ohh, we keep risin to the topWhoa-ohh, and keep eyes out for the copsWhoa-OHH! And that's what it's gon' beWhoa-OHH! Cause you ain't gon' stop meThey got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meetYou just tryin to keep yo' kids off the streetYou gotta believe it (best believe if you dream it)Oh, you better believe it (you too can achieve it)Uh-oh, they got you locked in a hole, 19 years oldTen years, no chance for paroleYou better believe it (that's right, tell 'em again)Oh, you gotta believe it (after that, tell a friend)Ohhh-ohhh[Saigon:]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 Smack-a-*****y-Itis (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 too close to her to leave herEither I hit the street to do some pitchin, knowin these dudes is snitchinOr die tryin to make it as a musicianMy livin condition is not in the greatest position (nope)And nah I ain't *****in, I just gotta make a decisionShould I breeze past, hop out in a ski maskRob everything movin and cruise in a G-Class (vroom!)But keep writin the heat that the street like itYoung'uns is recitin my lyrics, so keep bitinY'all niggaz thinkin shit is easy, it's hardOne thing I know I'm a do is keep believin, keep believin in God[Chorus][Saigon:]After the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some mo' (mo')This is the life I have come to knowPolice is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices strollThe young hood boogers idolize Keyshia ColeThe rap figures throwin money in the air like it's pizza doughPeople in the hood ain't eatin though (though)I tried to help the labels see the visionBut they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be *****in kiddinThey'd rather me pretend to be somethin I'm notI'm the new Public Enemy, I'm different than Yung JocAnd nah, I ain't dissin, this nigga's up in the ForbesShit I ain't made a dollar tryin to rap for the causeBut in these next four bars, I'll tell you about maleviolent lawsThey enforcin on North American shoresDawg, if they could have rifles on their farmsThen I don't see why they knocked T.I. for tryin to bear arms[Chorus][Saigon:]Tell 'em 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 parlayin, playin with my sons and my daughters (uh)I'm a remain the smartest, hardest workin nigga in the businessJust Blaze, can I get a witness? {YESSIR!}See that they probably get it if I come out and flopGet dropped, go back to my block and get shot (pop)As they puttin my body in that life-size ZiplockThen you'll be sayin "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop"Or maybe it'll tell you to get lockedTo another 20 in the rock for them to give me my propsWhatever the case may beYou do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say meAnd that's without a album out, y'all rated meI drop one and I'm a bow out gracefully[Chorus][Outro: Just Blaze]Keep keep keep rising, whoa-ohhKeep keep keep rising, whoa-OHH!Keep keep keep rising, whoa-OHH!Keep keep keep rising, whoa-ohhWhoo! We on the radio (we on the radio!)Yo turn up the radio! (we on the radio)Yo we got one, now we got the game on lock![Radio changing stations]Turn it up! C'monnnnnWe got on the radio
