Believeme

[Skit]: Through the man's mind, God He see his elevation, God See, through his mind he see his elevation, God Because this where he begin to know that where he come from [Verse]: Billy D Stro, too much like a pimp Tomahawkin' and Morten, million dollar strip Million dollar muthafuckas, not a red cent It don't make no damn sense, how this hard money spent? Easy (for what) For dead presidents Dead muthafuckas, dead on your residence Dead on the rival, you been dead ever since You was a dead man walkin, get a dead wrong limp And I'm dead ass serious, serious as shit Serious as a heart attack, serious as chips [Skit]: Like you been helding it down, showing me what's up I got the butterfly all up on my chest And I know we gon get it together no matter what So we gon eat right now, we gon chill for a minute Do whatever we got to do, get our little dance on And after that, boom Nigga you done lost your marbles Believe me, it's me and you, till the end