gotta believe it

:], whoa-ohh, we keep risin to the top, whoa-ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops, whoa-ohh! and that's what it's gon' be, whoa-ohh! cause you ain't gon' stop me, they got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meet, you just tryin to keep yo' kids off the street, you gotta believe it, oh, you better believe it, uh-oh, they got you locked in a hole, 19 years old, ten years, no chance for parole, you better believe it, oh, you gotta believe it, ohhh-ohhh, after the sunshine come the rain, after the fun time come the pain, i often wonder if it's gonna change, i caught a bad case of smack-a-bitchy-itis, i came home, my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers, the rice is still raw, and the meat is still frozen in the freezer, i hate that i'm too close to her to leave her, either i hit the street to do some pitchin, knowin these dudes is snitchin, or die tryin to make it as a musician, my livin condition is not in the greatest position, and nah i ain't bitchin, i just gotta make a decision, should i breeze past, hop out in a ski mask, rob everything movin and cruise in a g-class, but keep writin the heat that the street like it, young'uns is recitin my lyrics, so keep bitin, y'all niggaz thinkin shit is easy, it's hard, one thing i know i'm a do is keep believin, keep believin in god,], whoa-ohh, we keep risin to the top, whoa-ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops, whoa-ohh! and that's what it's gon' be, whoa-ohh! cause you ain't gon' stop me, they got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meet, you just tryin to keep yo' kids off the street, you gotta believe it, oh, you better believe it, uh-oh, they got you locked in a hole, 19 years old, ten years, no chance for parole, you better believe it, oh, you gotta believe it, ohhh-ohhh, after the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some mo', this is the life i have come to know, police is in marquis', chevy caprices stroll, the young hood boogers idolize keyshia cole, the rap figures throwin money in the air like it's pizza dough, people in the hood ain't eatin though, i tried to help the labels see the vision, but they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be fuckin kiddin, they'd rather me pretend to be somethin i'm not, i'm the new public enemy, i'm different than yung joc, and nah, i ain't dissin, this nigga's up in the forbes, shit i ain't made a dollar tryin to rap for the cause, but in these next four bars, i'll tell you about maleviolent laws, they enforcin on north american shores, dawg, if they could have rifles on their farms, then i don't see why they knocked t.i. for tryin to bear arms,], whoa-ohh, we keep risin to the top, whoa-ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops, whoa-ohh! and that's what it's gon' be, whoa-ohh! cause you ain't gon' stop me, they got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meet, you just tryin to keep yo' kids off the street, you gotta believe it, oh, you better believe it, uh-oh, they got you locked in a hole, 19 years old, ten years, no chance for parole, you better believe it, oh, you gotta believe it, ohhh-ohhh, tell 'em wave at the artist, i feel like i'll make it regardless, don't forget i'm the ex-con that made it the farthest, until the day that i lay with the martyrs, or until the day i'm parlayin, playin with my sons and my daughters, i'm a remain the smartest, hardest workin nigga in the business, just blaze, can i get a witness? {yessir!}, see that they probably get it if i come out and flop, get dropped, go back to my block and get shot, as they puttin my body in that life-size ziplock, then you'll be sayin "damn, giddy died for this hip-hop", or maybe it'll tell you to get locked, to another 20 in the rock for them to give me my props, whatever the case may be, you do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say me, and that's without a album out, y'all rated me, i drop one and i'm a bow out gracefully,], whoa-ohh, we keep risin to the top, whoa-ohh, and keep eyes out for the cops, whoa-ohh! and that's what it's gon' be, whoa-ohh! cause you ain't gon' stop me, they got you workin two jobs tryin to make ends meet, you just tryin to keep yo' kids off the street, you gotta believe it, oh, you better believe it, uh-oh, they got you locked in a hole, 19 years old, ten years, no chance for parole, you better believe it, oh, you gotta believe it, ohhh-ohhh, keep keep keep rising, whoa-ohh, keep keep keep rising, whoa-ohh!, keep keep keep rising, whoa-ohh!, keep keep keep rising, whoa-ohh, whoo! we on the radio, yo turn up the radio!, yo we got one, now we got the game on lock!, turn it up! c'monnnnn, we got on the radio