Father Abraham - I Believe (feat. Papa Scrote)

I believe
That you don't know shit bout me
Had a funeral for that ice but now is not the time to grieve
See my Pineal is four levels higher, that's how I achieve
I leave the greatness behind
For the team I gotta make sure my eyes are dried
I despise, I dispose, it's as easy as that
Cop more green, tokin' wit my homies till one of ghosts
Oh no

Patty cake, patty cake
These flows make her fatty shake
I ain't do any more running since 5:01 when the shift break
Pills take, Smoke break
We driving over to the lake
I derive from my roots
Geometrically better from the drum break
Every Monday it's around the time for new shoes
Tried to find some more psychedelics but this shit fake
Call me a dentist the way I pulled her out the game loose tooth
I ain't renting, I just pay
You don't wanna know how much I make

I believe
That you don't know shit bout me
Had a funeral for that ice but now is not the time to grieve
See my Pineal is four levels higher, that's how I achieve
I leave the greatness behind
For the team I gotta make sure my eyes are dried
I despise, I dispose, it's as easy as that
Cop more green, tokin' wit my homies till one of ghosts
Oh no

Here's another one
Alright you hear me, you lazy ass bum
Ya we were sum', but now we done
I'm clean like that now pick up your crumbs
Don't play with me because I am the one
You got some bars, well I got tons
Ya I am the one, that's why they call me a dog
I'm outta' here, but not fast just a jog
Ya we are beasts, but they calling us hogs
You a goofy homie, ya you a frog
All's your gonna do is sit out here and look like a damn log

I believe
That you don't know shit bout me
Had a funeral for that ice but now is not the time to grieve
See my Pineal is four levels higher, that's how I achieve
I leave

Woah, woah, put me back on the beat Abe
We in the studio but rapping like we in a cave
Can't wait till we get out there and spitting on a stage
Ya we dangerous, lock us up and put us in a cage
I'm spitting right now because I got all this rage
Ya you got a problem, well I think you should just change
Ya I got some bands, ya I'm on that high fucking wage
I got more zeros on that next page
Na
I'm young and you in your olden age

Written by:
Abraham Staples, Brodie Schroeder

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