Chords for Believe Me

_ _ _ Yeah, I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Yeah, got some game for my day So she might say she love me, she don't love me like she [Gb] say she love me
Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga boy that [Bbm] love me in the street
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they couldn't see because they all
believe me Yeah, _ Rip, _ _ Rip, Rip
It's been me, Young Toon off the rip That's the man that put me in the shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I put him down quick Got a verse for anybody who won't talk about the kick
I've been taking shit like you don't want an Emmy trip, goddamn
Do y'all really know who y'all fucking with?
Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wondering
Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer on the road
I do one direction numbers, I don't [Gb] fucking miss Yeah, Stunna and Magno
When we was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was [Bb] snapping off on every single track though Collect car from the boss like where we at though
I was like, huh, it's our time nigga He left Rikers in the Phantom, that's [Bbm] my nigga
And I be rocking with the team to Carter 9 And we YMCA and be waiting on somebody to try us nigga
Yeah, I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Yeah, got some game for my day So she might say she love me, she don't love me
Like she say [Gb] she love me, believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga boy that love [Bbm] me in the street I'm not trying to find nobody else to be
I'm the one they couldn't see because they all believe me _ _
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_ _ _ _ His and hers for robbers, nigga One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waiting for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga I told her 223 so I can draw this nigga
Come on, fight these shell casings like a lawyer, nigga Find out where you stay and act like we find some audio, nigga
Out of duct tape so when they praying, I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, [Gb] nigga Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dying for a nigga
Where the real queens at?
Shout out to [Bbm] Pona and Noriega We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story
[Gb] Diamonds in my rolly face, cannot be exfoliated They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated
Yeah, yo, get a ass whip, whip that [Bbm] ass like horses racing Ain't about what you walk away from, it's about what you walk away with
Dead presidents, them coffins vacant, I might be doing something
I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me, she don't love me
Like she say she [Gb] love me, believe me, believe me I'm that nigga boy that love me in [Bbm] the street
I'm not trying to find nobody else to be I'm the one they couldn't see because they all believe me _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Rip, rip, had _ _ to get it popping off the rip Rich young nigga that ain't never had the trick
Slim thug flow, but you know I like them thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it popping off the rip I'm the one they tell you been ripping in the six
Come into the city and your niggas get the trip And we'll take you to the Scarf of Love and drop you off a cliff
Well damn, just be happy for the man Nerve on a cold plate, nigga got bands
Ink from the money, got it all over my ass Going out the U.S. and spending all of my advance
B-Live, just tell me for a check Drake, you know I love you, you just took me out of debt
Yes, right now you are looking at the best Motherfucker war shows the motherfucker depressed like [Bb] that
Motherfucker the rest, when they jumped off the porch I was [Bbm] stumbling up the steps
I give what I [Bb] collect before I give up my connect It be a cold damn [Bbm] hell, I used to make a sweat
_ Sliding across my neck, niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga, I fight this Nina like it's her first day on the job and the bitch overslept
Tunes stay humble, think I'm a king Need a horn and a drum roll
They throw motherfucking roses at my feet, nigga I don't step on one road, yeah
I'm the only one that get the job done [F] I don't know a [Bbm] nigga that could cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach She look like she got a burn and I'mma farm [Bb] it preheat
Believe me, [F] all you gotta do is pay [Bbm] me every week [Bb] I had these bitches having babies every week
I'm the [Bbm] nigga see me skating in the streets, [F] gone _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Rip, rip, nigga