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Rich Amiri Believer

[Intro]
I need you to save my soul
I can't do this on my own
They say I'm the G.O.A.T, I know
Making money with my eyes closed

[Chorus]
I just ran into yo' chick, said she wanted dick (Woah, woah)
He don't want no smoke, I guess he a pacifist, ah
Never sell my soul, can't be victim to the system
Why y'all niggas get him?
They don't do no missing
I know that you rock with me lil' baby, lets f..ck this bag up, let's go
You hit my phone on that shit and make me mad and you know
You think you safe, you on the run but we tracking you down
'Member you ain't f..ck with me so I'm taxing you now, damn
My bitch–, my bitch she a diva
She said she ain't know, I had to turn that ho to a believer
Hundred racks on my clothes, hunnid band I don't need it
Don't put trust in that ho, I know she a eater
God damn (She a eater, damn)
I need you to save my soul, I can't do this on my own
They say I'm the G.O.A.T, I know
Making money with my eyes closed
I just do this shit for my foes
'Member niggas they was wearing my clothes
And them same niggas switch up over a ho
How you talk behind my back and call me bro?
You ain't gang-gang, bitch, you ain't my loc'
Forty bang-bang, aim it at his dome
Say you wan' be part of train gang, you know how it go
Told him stay up in his lane-lane 'cause he my lil' bro, uh
[Bridge]
(Yeah, yeah)
Ay, 'cause he my lil' bro, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause he my lil' bro (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause he my lil' bro, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I just ran into yo' chick, said she wanted dick
He don't want no smoke, I guess he a pacifist, ah
Never sell my soul, can't be victim to the system
Why y'all niggas get him?
They don't do no missing
I know that you rock with me lil' baby, lets f..ck this bag up, let's go
You hit my phone on that shit and make me mad and you know
You think you safe, you on the run but we tracking you down
'Member you ain't f..ck with me so I'm taxing you now, damn
My bitch, she a diva
She said she ain't know, I had to turn that ho to a believer
Hundred racks on my clothes, hunnid band I don't need it
Don't put trust in that ho, I know she a eater
God damn (She a eater, damn)
I need you to save my soul, I can't do this on my own
They say I'm the G.O.A.T, I know
Making money with my eyes closed
I just do this shit for my foes
'Member niggas they was wearing my clothes
And them same niggas switch up over a ho
How you talk behind my back and call me bro?
You ain't gang-gang, bitch, you ain't my loc'
Forty bang-bang, aim it at his dome
Say you wan' be part of train gang, you know how it go
Told him stay up in his lane-lane 'cause he my lil' bro, uh
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Ay, 'cause he my lil' bro, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause he my lil' bro (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause he my lil' bro, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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