NonBelievers

Christopher Ruse. Who?
Like Aliyah, wait, God and Jesus
I don't fuck with non-believers
Not on my sight, not in my life
I just don't have time
I want dollar signs
Maserati on my wish list
Everything on there will be ticked
Different game, with a different name
But I'm still the same, man, I'm acting slick
Ostentatious playlist makes you beats on the plane, man that's insane
Hit a fork in the road, that's split in half
Why would I pick between jokes and bars
To the narrow minded, it might look hard
But some guys can do rap and chart
Oh fuck that's rude
Well, only if it applies to you

Anybody wanna step that's a bad decision
You'll get fucked up on the way to the mission
Not physically, but career wise
Not black eyes, just wet wipes
Day one's only, lamoes won't be
Near what I do, not involved at all
Not agent yet, but I get the calls
You want ten percent, you better suck my balls
Get off stage and they Google me
Up myself, but it's true you see
All respect to the headline act
But I'd like to see you try follow that
Yeah boy, I know my worth
Yeah girl, let me do my work
I'm twenty one and up and coming
Drop my tape, now got that running

Hey, I don't have much to say
But, hey, I think I'm gonna be great
I think I'm gonna be...
Hey, I don't have much to say
But, hey, I think I'm gonna be great
I think I'm gonna be...

Never lose focus, not for a moment
If you own it, you're now an opponent
Take what I want, pays be to God?
Only started, so hate if you want
The best thing about this whole thing
Is you think we're in the same lane, kid
Second best thing about this whole thing
Is I won't compete with a lame bitch
Ha, back to back
Kinda good, you'd better factor that
Hey, not down with that, man
Don't blame me when you are whack
Ah, hater hack
Call the mountain they get attacked
Huh, rap the fact, headline a show and you know it's packed

Shout out to the fans that lift me up
Shout out to the fan that hold it down
Shout out to the girl who keeps me grounded
Surprised at the rivals, I got dumbfounded
Whoa, I didn't know he could rap
Well, neither did I, but I gave it a crack
Turns out there's no natural talent
But with a lot of practise I got the knack
Now, I wrote for two years, said not a word,
Now here I am and the honest truth is
I planned this out
Step one is this tape, and then I'm out man,
I don't mean criton[?], I'm an out the rough,
Bring the team with me, 'cause we had enough
And I don't believe in that world of work
That nine to five, trapped in a little box, living out a lie

Hey, I don't have much to say
But, hey, I think I'm gonna be great
I think I'm gonna be...
Hey, I don't have much to say
But, hey, I think I'm gonna be great
I think I'm gonna be...