Faith Lyrics - Nacirema Dream - Papoose

(Intro) 

I believe 

I believe 

I believe 

I believe 

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(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 

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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