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do you believe Video (MV)




Performed By: Age
Language: English
Length: 4:21
Written by: The $age




Age - do you believe Lyrics
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Hold up
Making beats to write to feel like all the weight been on my shoulders
The way I'm carrying the team, feel like I hoop with boulders
I don't wanna chill with hoes, my soul been getting colder
Y'all had time to sit on what I said and now I'm stealing sofas
Verses leaking from my mouth like snot from runny noses
I present these masterpieces while I try to keep composure
Y'all tryna be like Hov too much, I'm tryna be like Hovah
But in a holy way, I want my cup to runneth over
Supernova, I'm the only star, a singularity
Y'all been stealing swag but y'all can't pull it off apparently
I be tryna preach they doubt my message like the pharisees
Wait until the summer, I'm on fire causing kero-scenes
Brooklyn duels be fueling me, I load my pen with heavy ink
You don't get to choose your life but you choose if you swim or sink
Niggas on some Helen Keller, they ain't never seeing me
I been lapping you niggas doing donuts at the skating rink
Humbling niggas do not get buck, I treat you like a fawn
Life's a game of chess and I am not a f*cking pawn
$age is tryna shine but I ain't never need a spotlight on
Longing for attention put you somewhere that you don't belong
Wrong place, wrong time, long weapons drawn
If you unlucky, you'll be doomed before you even spawn
These niggas sweet they ain't on nothing but some Cinnabon
Make your moves alone cause other voices sound like siren songs
Ain't even got their hands inside the jar, they using tongs
I'm punching in so f*ck a written, I'm hitting a bong
The $age a stronger writer when I feel like Cheech and Chong
This how I make sure I own the game and my reign is prolonged
I got a mamba mentality so my shooting strong
Plus the sniper focus, been aiming since the crack of dawn
When I go berserk, I rip the beat until the guts are gone
I'm reaping what I sowed and I already got my karma
Put the medicine inside the beat, I work with pharma
Interpreting these holy words, you gonna need a shaman
Not a rapper like these niggas, my type is uncommon
A commodity that's coming for a lot of commas
And I ain't even started for the money, that's a side effect
I was smart in school but I was learning different from a test
Understandable, I wrote to visualize my thoughts again
Pen to f*cking pad I bet my hand would never let it rest
That was undergrad before the Lotus ever took my breath
Learned some lessons from some niggas that I wish I never met
Raised inside a concrete jungle, what's the purpose of a threat
I'm a peaceful person but I promise that this hook connect
Not the one because the 9 come out and then I be on 10
How a nigga thinking I'ma quit and I ain't catch a win
Niggas reek, furthest from the meek, like they soak in sin
You is not a gangster when you beating on civilians
Mama raised a soldier with the aura of a paladin
Add a good aroma packed inside like tuna in a tin
If a nigga huff or puff the haters finna slither in
I been aiming for the sky and y'all been aiming for the shins
Nigga now I wanna turn, who ready to wrestle
Niggas out here sparring and this age been praying for a session
I don't need a second, I been prepping and I keep a weapon
Plus I keep a record, knock a nigga out amongst his brethren
Damn, take a breath and then I keep confessing
Started making music cause my mental started getting hectic
Turned into a blessing and a chance for me to start addressing
Now I got a message, check the mail or you might never get it
I stay connected to the paper like I'm Siamese
All bark like the bite of a Pyrenees
Got the fine China and it's Chinese
Nigga what's the motherf*cking time please
If you roll with me, we running shit like track and field, we doing high knees
I got a list and I been hitting niggas off like I was Ali
I want a cracker payment nigga, call up Polly
Suicide if you deciding to try me
Nigga
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English

Hold up
Making beats to write to feel like all the weight been on my shoulders
The way I'm carrying the team, feel like I hoop with boulders
I don't wanna chill with hoes, my soul been getting colder
Y'all had time to sit on what I said and now I'm stealing sofas
Verses leaking from my mouth like snot from runny noses
I present these masterpieces while I try to keep composure
Y'all tryna be like Hov too much, I'm tryna be like Hovah
But in a holy way, I want my cup to runneth over
Supernova, I'm the only star, a singularity
Y'all been stealing swag but y'all can't pull it off apparently
I be tryna preach they doubt my message like the pharisees
Wait until the summer, I'm on fire causing kero-scenes
Brooklyn duels be fueling me, I load my pen with heavy ink
You don't get to choose your life but you choose if you swim or sink
Niggas on some Helen Keller, they ain't never seeing me
I been lapping you niggas doing donuts at the skating rink
Humbling niggas do not get buck, I treat you like a fawn
Life's a game of chess and I am not a f*cking pawn
$age is tryna shine but I ain't never need a spotlight on
Longing for attention put you somewhere that you don't belong
Wrong place, wrong time, long weapons drawn
If you unlucky, you'll be doomed before you even spawn
These niggas sweet they ain't on nothing but some Cinnabon
Make your moves alone cause other voices sound like siren songs
Ain't even got their hands inside the jar, they using tongs
I'm punching in so f*ck a written, I'm hitting a bong
The $age a stronger writer when I feel like Cheech and Chong
This how I make sure I own the game and my reign is prolonged
I got a mamba mentality so my shooting strong
Plus the sniper focus, been aiming since the crack of dawn
When I go berserk, I rip the beat until the guts are gone
I'm reaping what I sowed and I already got my karma
Put the medicine inside the beat, I work with pharma
Interpreting these holy words, you gonna need a shaman
Not a rapper like these niggas, my type is uncommon
A commodity that's coming for a lot of commas
And I ain't even started for the money, that's a side effect
I was smart in school but I was learning different from a test
Understandable, I wrote to visualize my thoughts again
Pen to f*cking pad I bet my hand would never let it rest
That was undergrad before the Lotus ever took my breath
Learned some lessons from some niggas that I wish I never met
Raised inside a concrete jungle, what's the purpose of a threat
I'm a peaceful person but I promise that this hook connect
Not the one because the 9 come out and then I be on 10
How a nigga thinking I'ma quit and I ain't catch a win
Niggas reek, furthest from the meek, like they soak in sin
You is not a gangster when you beating on civilians
Mama raised a soldier with the aura of a paladin
Add a good aroma packed inside like tuna in a tin
If a nigga huff or puff the haters finna slither in
I been aiming for the sky and y'all been aiming for the shins
Nigga now I wanna turn, who ready to wrestle
Niggas out here sparring and this age been praying for a session
I don't need a second, I been prepping and I keep a weapon
Plus I keep a record, knock a nigga out amongst his brethren
Damn, take a breath and then I keep confessing
Started making music cause my mental started getting hectic
Turned into a blessing and a chance for me to start addressing
Now I got a message, check the mail or you might never get it
I stay connected to the paper like I'm Siamese
All bark like the bite of a Pyrenees
Got the fine China and it's Chinese
Nigga what's the motherf*cking time please
If you roll with me, we running shit like track and field, we doing high knees
I got a list and I been hitting niggas off like I was Ali
I want a cracker payment nigga, call up Polly
Suicide if you deciding to try me
Nigga
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Writer: The $age
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