Make Em Believe - Kevin Gates

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 bitch I know I got my money right

Stick up, lift your hands up

Love to show my ass Mr. Never Pick My Pants up

Big old watch and bracelet looking like a set of handcuffs

Bitch I’m dead game chain swang when I stand up

I’m from that South Side where shit ain’t all gravy

Street nigga, I ain’t tryna be no basketball player

My dog in the feds cause he clutch choppas

T address, gun cocker 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

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 bitch I know I got my money right

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 pass 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 niggas hair

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 bitch I know I got my money right