Faith

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(Intro)
 I believe
 I believe
 I believe
 I believe
 (Verse)
 I'm feelin grouchy, saucy, hungry
 Rolocini, new sex, lookin for bruised necks and blondies
 Won't make em baby mommies, I just wan em to swallow me
 Sometimes that be the only thing that calms me
 Police be actin like Starsky and Hutch
 These fucks scheming so they could charge me
 Cops needs colors so they could feel bossy
 You tryna get yo colors up, you think you Fonzy?
 I eat a lot of fish and parsley
 Green vegetables, sweet peas and broccoli
 Drink a lot of water so it could wash me
 My homie told me stop eatin rappers, he tryna starve me
 I ain't startin trouble but pardon me
 Rappers get a little hard and start actin cocky
 Maury Povich need to swab me
 These dudes used to be my sons like Charles Barclay
 You think you Scarface? I bet the shower to you
 Get rid of Tony like mellow in a maldy
 Man, that's word to Gadhafi
 Your war stories put me to sleep, I need some coffee
 Bragging bout old work, that's beyond me
 You ain't put in no work since a tardy
 Man, you washed like the laundry
 You a ex murderer like Ashanti
 The back of the club, that's where the gods be
 Being all that we could be, me and my army
 They said I can't rock a party
 Give me the mike, I'm a rocket, they better launch me
 My music is judged harshly
 Everybody making comments, they wanna blog me
 Knowledge of the game they posses hardly
 I call em a bunch of meatheads like Archie
 Haters say they wanna stomp me
 I know how to weave and bob, no Marley
 Dig my way up out of a grave if I get bodied
 Dug er, dug er, they better bury me under concrete
 Yea, king of New York
 Yea yea, I'm the king of New York
 Yea yea, king of New York
 Yea nigga, I'm the king of New York

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Duration
02:32
Key
2
Tempo
80 BPM

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