Ghetto Believers ft. Elias The Infinite Lyrics

This is that shit I would dream of

I got to whip the four seater

She said she love me to death

Baby you know I believe ya

I got to do all the shit that I said

Promises, I got to keep 'em

I'm going to learn to the end

We just some ghetto believers

Call me crazy for the way I think

Driving solo, doing eightythree

And my sneakers here from eightyfive

Only copping classics, I don't pay for cheap

Don't define my status by my shopping sprees

I don't wear no gold, and my wrist don't freeze

I just set the tone

Now my clique is on

I don't hear the shit that they be saying to me

I just paid off half my credit, bitch we back

I can't fund your dumb ideas they keep going up on gas

I just filled up my whole tank and left y'all chewing on my dust

Can't relate to lazy fucks lil bitch

I leave you in the past

Don't hear what they talking

It's only important if I got a say

I see the number of leaches been going up everyday

That shit depressing if you got to message me asking for play

Funny how we're from the same

Yea

This is that shit I would dream of

I got to whip the four seater

She said she love me to death

Baby you know I believe ya

I got to do all the shit that I said

Promises, I got to keep 'em

I'm going to learn to the end

We just some ghetto believers

I bought me some gold trying to reach for the stars

I thought I could rock it and go really far

But I should've saved up and got me a car

'Cause I'm on the bus and I'm kicking and pushing

And ollying curbs

I flirt with the birds and they chirping right back till they seeing me skate

The gravel and cracks, but fuck it 'cause I cannot live in the past

I'm bussing to work, back and forth

Aaliyah be singing, my headphones is beating

I give them no reason to look my way

I'm saving up cash and tucking my chain

Been whipping the vision, I'm gripping the wheel

Ghetto believer, I'm keeping it real

I pray everyday that I don't see a steel

Got all these dreams and I'm turning them real

I'm blocking distractions I put them to rest

And I'm not a kid anymore I got hair on my chest, yea

Even though it might be a struggle still give it my best

Like Nipsey Hussle said, poke out your chest

I picked up the weight and I did me some reps

I'm climbing the ladder and watching my steps

This ghetto believer gon' be a success, (Yea yea)

Gon' be a success

This is that shit I would dream of

I got to whip the four seater

She said she love me to death

Baby you know I believe ya

I got to do all the shit that I said

Promises, I got to keep 'em

I'm going to learn to the end

We just some ghetto believers