Nobody Believes Me Lyrics
| Song | Nobody Believes Me |
| Artist | Styles P |
| Album | A Gangster and a Gentleman |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gomez, Styles P | |
| f/ Cross, | |
| J-Hood, Sheek | |
| Ahh... today's narrator, the | |
| Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha... | |
| This is a true story ladies and gentlemen | |
| You might not believe it though | |
| But fuck it, thats why | |
| I'm the ghost (Styles) | |
| I'm about to open up | |
| Listen, one day | |
| I fell asleep and my knife woke me up | |
| He said (Cross) | |
| Your gun is in the closet flippin | |
| Talkin bout | |
| I get the most action he about to soak me up (Styles) | |
| So I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrong with you?" (Sheek) | |
| You ain't busting me off, it's like | |
| I don't belong to you (Styles) | |
| I said I just beat a case daddy | |
| And I'm trying to take it easy cause | |
| I gotta move this weight daddy | |
| Then the hammer said (Sheek) | |
| Man listen, used the knife twice in a row | |
| Tell me if the plan switchin | |
| Cause we used to get around together | |
| We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it's now or never (Styles) | |
| I said hammer take it easy baby | |
| Cause I got niggas to kill and | |
| I would never do you greasy baby | |
| And all you gotta do is chill a while | |
| And then the hammer said "cool" cuz you know that | |
| I feel you | |
| Styles (Chorus: Styles) | |
| I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my knife talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my haze talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my money talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my money talk to me (Styles) | |
| My knife said to me (Cross) | |
| I hawk niggas down, bust arteries (Styles) | |
| And he get bright red for me | |
| Knife you my nigga but leave me alone | |
| I got to talk to my man | |
| Haze to get in the zone | |
| I said "Haze what the hell is up?" | |
| He said (J-Hood) | |
| You know how we do, you know that we crew | |
| So where's the vanilla dutch (Styles) | |
| Rolling something up, | |
| Thinking about killing every rapper in the game | |
| And holding something up | |
| My haze said to me (J-Hood) | |
| You need to calm down when the rage come to you ' | |
| Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you | |
| But you don't give a fuck | |
| So just open up your book and let your page come to you (Styles) | |
| Even though | |
| I'm humble and noble | |
| I don't give a fuck | |
| You ain't tryin to hear me | |
| I'ma shoot through your mobile | |
| It's funny, | |
| I'll stalk you | |
| Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo 'less your money start talking (Chorus) (Styles) | |
| My money spoke to me | |
| It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me | |
| Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me | |
| And said the hammer oughta blast at me | |
| He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail | |
| Take a look at the cars and the crib | |
| I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth | |
| Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south | |
| Shit, I'm the reason why the block jumping | |
| Let a nigga try to stop something, | |
| D-Block'll pop something | |
| And I'm the reason why you ride or die | |
| Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye | |
| I said money you the root of evil | |
| How they print "In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people | |
| But I'm a hard felon | |
| So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause | |
| I heard my car yelling (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Gomez, Styles P | |
| f Cross, | |
| JHood, Sheek | |
| Ahh... today' s narrator, the | |
| Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha... | |
| This is a true story ladies and gentlemen | |
| You might not believe it though | |
| But fuck it, thats why | |
| I' m the ghost Styles | |
| I' m about to open up | |
| Listen, one day | |
| I fell asleep and my knife woke me up | |
| He said Cross | |
| Your gun is in the closet flippin | |
| Talkin bout | |
| I get the most action he about to soak me up Styles | |
| So I went to the closet said " Hammer what' s wrong with you?" Sheek | |
| You ain' t busting me off, it' s like | |
| I don' t belong to you Styles | |
| I said I just beat a case daddy | |
| And I' m trying to take it easy cause | |
| I gotta move this weight daddy | |
| Then the hammer said Sheek | |
| Man listen, used the knife twice in a row | |
| Tell me if the plan switchin | |
| Cause we used to get around together | |
| We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it' s now or never Styles | |
| I said hammer take it easy baby | |
| Cause I got niggas to kill and | |
| I would never do you greasy baby | |
| And all you gotta do is chill a while | |
| And then the hammer said " cool" cuz you know that | |
| I feel you | |
| Styles Chorus: Styles | |
| I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my knife talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my haze talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my money talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my money talk to me Styles | |
| My knife said to me Cross | |
| I hawk niggas down, bust arteries Styles | |
| And he get bright red for me | |
| Knife you my nigga but leave me alone | |
| I got to talk to my man | |
| Haze to get in the zone | |
| I said " Haze what the hell is up?" | |
| He said JHood | |
| You know how we do, you know that we crew | |
| So where' s the vanilla dutch Styles | |
| Rolling something up, | |
| Thinking about killing every rapper in the game | |
| And holding something up | |
| My haze said to me JHood | |
| You need to calm down when the rage come to you ' | |
| Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you | |
| But you don' t give a fuck | |
| So just open up your book and let your page come to you Styles | |
| Even though | |
| I' m humble and noble | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| You ain' t tryin to hear me | |
| I' ma shoot through your mobile | |
| It' s funny, | |
| I' ll stalk you | |
| Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo ' less your money start talking Chorus Styles | |
| My money spoke to me | |
| It said shit that if it wasn' t for his ass there wouldn' t be no hope for me | |
| Money ain' t everything, and then he laughed at me | |
| And said the hammer oughta blast at me | |
| He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail | |
| Take a look at the cars and the crib | |
| I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth | |
| Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south | |
| Shit, I' m the reason why the block jumping | |
| Let a nigga try to stop something, | |
| DBlock' ll pop something | |
| And I' m the reason why you ride or die | |
| Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye | |
| I said money you the root of evil | |
| How they print " In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people | |
| But I' m a hard felon | |
| So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause | |
| I heard my car yelling Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Gomez, Styles P | |
| f Cross, | |
| JHood, Sheek | |
| Ahh... today' s narrator, the | |
| Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha... | |
| This is a true story ladies and gentlemen | |
| You might not believe it though | |
| But fuck it, thats why | |
| I' m the ghost Styles | |
| I' m about to open up | |
| Listen, one day | |
| I fell asleep and my knife woke me up | |
| He said Cross | |
| Your gun is in the closet flippin | |
| Talkin bout | |
| I get the most action he about to soak me up Styles | |
| So I went to the closet said " Hammer what' s wrong with you?" Sheek | |
| You ain' t busting me off, it' s like | |
| I don' t belong to you Styles | |
| I said I just beat a case daddy | |
| And I' m trying to take it easy cause | |
| I gotta move this weight daddy | |
| Then the hammer said Sheek | |
| Man listen, used the knife twice in a row | |
| Tell me if the plan switchin | |
| Cause we used to get around together | |
| We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it' s now or never Styles | |
| I said hammer take it easy baby | |
| Cause I got niggas to kill and | |
| I would never do you greasy baby | |
| And all you gotta do is chill a while | |
| And then the hammer said " cool" cuz you know that | |
| I feel you | |
| Styles Chorus: Styles | |
| I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my knife talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my haze talk to me | |
| I got a story to tell, my money talk to me | |
| But nobody believe that my money talk to me Styles | |
| My knife said to me Cross | |
| I hawk niggas down, bust arteries Styles | |
| And he get bright red for me | |
| Knife you my nigga but leave me alone | |
| I got to talk to my man | |
| Haze to get in the zone | |
| I said " Haze what the hell is up?" | |
| He said JHood | |
| You know how we do, you know that we crew | |
| So where' s the vanilla dutch Styles | |
| Rolling something up, | |
| Thinking about killing every rapper in the game | |
| And holding something up | |
| My haze said to me JHood | |
| You need to calm down when the rage come to you ' | |
| Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you | |
| But you don' t give a fuck | |
| So just open up your book and let your page come to you Styles | |
| Even though | |
| I' m humble and noble | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| You ain' t tryin to hear me | |
| I' ma shoot through your mobile | |
| It' s funny, | |
| I' ll stalk you | |
| Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo ' less your money start talking Chorus Styles | |
| My money spoke to me | |
| It said shit that if it wasn' t for his ass there wouldn' t be no hope for me | |
| Money ain' t everything, and then he laughed at me | |
| And said the hammer oughta blast at me | |
| He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail | |
| Take a look at the cars and the crib | |
| I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth | |
| Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south | |
| Shit, I' m the reason why the block jumping | |
| Let a nigga try to stop something, | |
| DBlock' ll pop something | |
| And I' m the reason why you ride or die | |
| Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye | |
| I said money you the root of evil | |
| How they print " In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people | |
| But I' m a hard felon | |
| So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause | |
| I heard my car yelling Chorus |
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