We Don't Believe U

[Intro: Godemis] Man, man... A lot, a lot of drugs A lot of drugs going on A lot of drugs, flying Flying around I'm an Autobot These guys getting on my nerves man Good talk I know some guys I know some guys who did it though You guys [Hook: Godemis] We don't believe, believe, beli-eve you We don't believe, don't be-, don't be-, don't be-, don't be- Believe, believe you, you need, need more people We don't believe, believe, beli-eve you We don't believe, beli-eve, beli-eve you We don't believe-eve, believe, beli-eve you You, you, you need more people [Verse 1: Godemis] We wild for the night though Mild in the mid-day Easy like a Sunday morning while the [?] begins way I'm old school Running with a Walkman, talking three-way Respect the writers and breakers but most of all the DJ We all about the craft They just trying to get the cheese I feel like the world's a ball of clay I'm here to shape believe And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't Trying to make some G's Still I keep in my mind that I can't take it with me when I leave You could pay with your life That only covers certain fees Treat this money like it's honey We some fucking worker bees They look at us like we pussies But they couldn't fuck with these You are not Tony Montana cause you moved a couple keys I know some bona fide killers who'll make a sucker freeze And they ain't flashy with a bunch of money blowing in the breeze These rappers telling tales Record sales are off the [?] And I will not be assimilated Debated, nigga please We don't [Hook] [Verse 2: Godemis] We ripe for the picking Writing for a reason Rotten to the core But still the freshest out of season I'm looking 'round for something big enough To stuff the trees in If we got everything we need Then tell me why you leaving? It's true I'm trying to bubble By the time they stop my breathing The game does not reciprocate You will never get even They told us not to sign And come and find us or you'll [?] Strangeland is feeling more like the Garden of Eden I celebrate today cause tonight we might be leaving Right behind the spiteful sprites Who like to hate us out of season Follow me Then we can roll up something proper While I'm leading If a hater's bullets graze us Tie a knot and stop the bleeding Drop a beat then Imma murder anybody, Godi's feeding I got it locked and Ubi's who I leave the keys with You come with anything than love And I don't need it Nigga, my young-in's mystery [?To say it we repeat it?] We don't [Hook]