My Beliefs – Da Brat – letras

That I shouldn’t smoke weed and shit, huhThat I should cuss and shit, huhThat I shouldn’t do the shit I wanna doYou know what I’m sayin’?But I don’t give a fuck about what these niggas thinkThat’s they beliefs, here go mineI gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the oceanFocusin’ on fuckin’ a nigga up, who got jokes?Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funnyToo many sheisty motherfuckers comin’ for meOne in the chamber, ready for repetition if possibleHate to mention this, poppin’ that nigga, bitchIt be the intellectual, get sexual in a second hefferYou could never be no competition to meYou bit the poison apple, tryin’ adapt to this shitShow you how it happenedWhile we laughin’, diggin’ your ditchAnd you can get your boysI got Disciples and ViceLordsPlanted through every city ready, declare warIf you feel I stepped on your toesIt was intentionallyCause it was meant to be the shit since I found JDMy lyrical thesis broke in piecesFor you pussies who can’t feed off itEverything’ll be fine, just hit the weed oftenChorus: repeat 2XI believe good things come to those that grindNever take a step back, leave the past behindKeep your mind on some money and don’t ever stop tryin’And everything’ll be fine, everything’ll be fineIt’s time to let your lighter sparkCrank up the weed sessionWith one of the best in the Midwestern sectionFlexin’ with no shameCause a mi solo female MC’s be back in the gameSun up to sun down I puff leavesFilled with imported trees from the West IndiesChi-town’s finest in more ways than oneMe follow in the path of another, days is doneSee I got mic checkin’ down to a scienceMeanin’ I perfected the waysTo shit on you and your allianceI write the type of shit that’ll hypnotize yaFuck around and kill your whole click like KaiserIn the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggasAin’t expects, smellin’ like cannibusCan’t nothin’ handle thisThey wanna dismantle this but it will never go downShit, cause my beliefs is I’m the baddest around, bitchChorusNow it’s the shit, you wanna contest meNever will you be the opponent leftLeave’em swept off they feetSo So Def got that chief shit, keep it briefUnder the covers ain’t another bitch bad as meSo I must keep comin’Keep on runnin’ but you can’t escape meI’m in your brainRemember the bitch you love to hateShe on the paper chaseIn any case, but not any rateKeep the currency’s increase, shit ain’t cheapAnd my belief is to get the money, niggaSo what’s the beef to this?Enough cheese for Brat, never endin’ G’sHundred thousand dollar bills by the stackThe weak supportin’ my habitsEnough karats for the whole saladSmokin’ cabbage every five minutesBeginnin’ my days rollin’ swishesI never listen to penny pinchin’Pussy eatin’ punks adviceTo catch’em slippin’ is my theoryBe weary what I bust, make niggas weakAnd pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches