To all the non-believers (non-believers, non-believers, non-believers)(Non-believers, non-believers, non-believers, non-believers)I make a non-believer say, "Oh my God"Ain't nothin' too incredible for the Wizard of OzAin't nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleepThese the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weepIt's that West side rollin, pussies get swollenKnockin' niggas down in the pen, I'm bowlin'Controllin' everything I'm holdin'I made a promise to myselfI'ma keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrierSelf-made, Koolaid, fuck what you sayFuck what he say, pimpin' ain't easyDon Mega put a dagger in your swaggerRollin' zones, tell Mick JaggerFuck the chit-chatterI got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my niggaDrinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into wine like scriptureMake a toast, every dose is a overdoseAnd that ghost make your ass do the holy ghostMake believers outta non-believersMake believers out the overseersMake 'em bow down when they need usWe got some non-believers out thereMake believers outta non-believersMake believers out the overseersMake 'em bow down when they need usThey got to bow down when they need usBoo, I pop up like a phantomAnd niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'emYup, the guys call me SamsonI'm dangerous with a SamsungCall my niggas at randomAnd they quick to make ugly outta handsomeOld rappers, I fuck up your grandsonNew rappers, meet Charlie MansonI brainwash your damn sonYup, he'll leave the house with a handgunBut if he ran into Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you ain't got to runIt's a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and underachieversThese fake ass bitches and divasWhere the fuck will they go when they leave us?Make believers outta non-believersMake believers out the overseersMake 'em bow down when they need usWe got some non-believers out thereMake believers outta non-believersMake believers out the overseersMake 'em bow down when they need usThey got to bow down when they need usDon't get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hideMy four-five make the law hideFor life, gangsta for lifeThink about your wife 'fore you play with your lifeIt's that rattlesnake from the battle state, trickThat python with the mic on, bitchPalm trees are like napalm, grimyIn my hoodie like Treyvon, try meI'm walkin' home with my SkittlesThe neighborhood watch first house to get riddledBust, leave bullets in your pillowYou fuckin' hero, don't make that bitch a widowThis gon' hurt just a littleWhite people, stop sayin' "ghetto"It's like the pot callin' the kettleDamn, you the reason why we ghettoWe got some non-believers out thereMake believers outta non-believersMake believers out the overseersMake 'em bow down when they need usThey got to bow down when they need usCan you believe this motherfuckin' shit?Havin' faith is believin' in somethin' you have yet to seeYou got to believe in somethin', homieWhy not believe in me?
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