Kevin Gates - Make Em Believe lyrics

[Hook] Can't explain it cause I know I'm not famous, but got everybody staring at me I be pulling out cars cause my block roll hard And the trap like a money machine Had to make em believe Make em believe I could make em believe Make em believe I don't know no one like this, I'm so icy I might not know how to behave, but b**h I know I got my money right [Verse] Stick up, lift your hands up Love to show my a** Mr. Never Pick My Pants up Big old watch and bracelet looking like a set of handcuffs b**h I'm dead game chain swang when I stand up I'm from that South Side where sh** ain't all gravy Street n***a, I ain't tryna be no basketball player My dog in the feds cause he clutch choppas T address, gun co*ker don da da Game sharper than I thumbnail tack, and we still hold weight like a dumbbell rack I know Rodrick Butler, the real Rodrick Butler Yard full of pits aka big brother Hold it down this for my lil rounds Movie getting money Hello World, I'm the man out here My name rang every where I stand out here My name rang every where I stand out here [Hook] Can't explain it cause I know I'm not famous, but got everybody staring at me I be pulling out cars cause my block roll hard And the trap like a money machine Had to make em believe Make em believe I could make em believe Make em believe I don't know no one like this, I'm so icy I might not know how to behave, but b**h I know I got my money right [Verse] Full time grind Got some fly rides Go to jail tryna shine I don't even drive mine Interception, my pack got intercepted My lil wide receiver seen him no pa** cover protection Curb where we see him, curb where we leave him Backed down up under the words of his preacher Holla'd bout you want me dead The Glock goin go to clicking Made a promise to my hood, won't let the block go unattended Sendin pictures to the prison, God loves his children Godmother still suffers with a drug addiction Bumpin trap or die, Gates like Jeezy Straight drop no whip straight I ain't like Jeezy 16 2 and a quarters 8 4 and a half's equals 36 ounces, brick, you do the math 63 off a 2 then stuff em in a bag The only thing you ever cut was another n***as hair [Hook] Can't explain it cause I know I'm not famous, but got everybody staring at me I be pulling out cars cause my block roll hard And the trap like a money machine Had to make em believe Make em believe I could make em believe Make em believe I don't know no one like this, I'm so icy I might not know how to behave, but b**h I know I got my money right