Believe Me

[Verse One] [Sha Stimuli]: I don’t know where to begin Without spending it’s hard to get spins So if your computer’s not on, then the spot that I start at is right where I’ll end The only time I pushed a Benz was when the transmission died and I was riding wit my mens If I ain’t do music with the people that I do it with, the truth is, I wouldn’t have friends Some of my mixtapes were sloppy I don’t think my burner has any bodies My album, it sold more copies than the label even thought and I showed that nothing can stop me I been doing this mad long I wouldn’t say I made bad songs Maybe weak verses or the track wrong Some people thought that I was blackballed See, I was driving in my own lane Some other rappers had an EZ pass These dudes snatched off my gold chain Thought they was trying to R.I.P my ass Busting shots that ain’t aim at me I laughed at these young thug little guys I was feeling flattered that they came at me I asked ‘em if they knew my name was Stimuli Critics gon’ say I’m missing arrogance But I ain’t got no Mrs. I ain't married yet And I ain’t got no kids so when you average that I sacrificed my life so u can have these tracks [Hook]: You gotta believe me I swear that you gotta believe me Somebody say "What I tell you is true...believe me" [Verse Two] [Sha Stimuli]: I won 2 awards for being underground And every year I say "I’m not going back!" But when I get nominated I come around Chasing that cheese gets you caught in traps My friends say that I should make a party song I told ‘em that my life is not a party yet I’m looking at this mission that I started on "Rest when you die" is what my father said And he worked ‘til his last day With Marlboro ashes in the ashtray I was trying to fight the stupid sad face But I still teared I really feel fear that my momma might go, before I make her life so Much better must get a mansion or nice home nuff cheddar, plush leather Furniture inside of it, so she could be proud as shit Thank you for riding wit me Used to hit the club wearing sweatpants No haircut, hiding it with headbands All my girls I made sadder than Nets fans Had special powers, always the X-Man/ex-man [Hook]: You gotta believe me I swear that you gotta believe me Somebody say "What I tell you is true...believe me" [Verse Three] [Big Pooh]: They say I shouldn't have been a rapper Even momma kept asking about school and life after Some of my friends had doubts Guess your math got sloppy when you tried to count me out niggas Round peg square hole I could never be a star, I don't wear the right clothes I don't wear enough chains, even got a funny name Things went wrong and I too take blame Me and my brother stay beefing At times I think he likes starting shit for no reason My life was in a spiral, down hill, cloudy forecast, no survival Revival of the fittest like a nigga eating spinach Glue ? I was cast as an appendage I would never make it by myself, need help I guess Little Brother ending wasn't good for my image I don't say what they want to hear If I went on 106 the crowd wouldn't cheer I don't smoke enough weed, I don't drink enough beers I ain't prove myself to y'all the past nine years I'm the rock...solid Cornerstone, pain relief medicine A little bit of Cordizone Step aside the people they don't want to clone I'm doing this for me VA's very own [Sha Stimuli] Believe what you see If you blink you may not get it, I dream when I ain’t sleep I wanna be a wake ‘cause at my wake I won’t be me any more Just a corpse with my spirit roaming free, help I’ll shine but I might not make it rain My club song was fast but I was talking about my pain I tossed a couple quarters out when I was on the stage People said I made it drizzle, I thought I was throwing change "It’s a metaphor y’all" I explained But they didn’t wanna hear it now I’m looking in the mirror At a person that’s reversing his purpose Like clean versions of verses without curses If you searching for perfect, look It’s more than rapping and flows I’m a documentary disguised as a reality show It’s more than rapping and flows I’m a documentary disguised as a reality show Damn, that’s the way you gotta package it so you survive in the game The truth with a li/lie in my name