Artist: A-G-2-A-KE 
Album:  Mil-Ticket 
Song:   Believe Me Fame 
Typed by: Lil Hustle 

[G-Mone] 
Finally motherfucking nationwide, show me your true homies 
Where the love be, posted at the club handing out c.d.'s 
Can you believe these hoes, write dreams on loose leaf and roll 
Beaming for position to figured the dark to spark and playa you need not vision 
So many homies is missing, tripping 
There's too many of my guys anticipating, sitting in prison 
Waiting for a visit, as I'm sitting I wish you could hit this 
St. Pauly girl with the lemon twist, knee high power in a high tower 
Handling bidness shit, ain't never met a nigga like this 
Happy we family, affiliated with players pimps hustlers in reality 
Macking to drop, and in they face cause I like to rap a fucking lot 
Wrapping rubber bands around a knot, stacking for bigger plans won't stop 
Don't understand how you lose your life, with two bucks in the grand 
By a trigger with a itchy hand, fucking up future plans 
Smoking a Newport thang, just trying to maintain 
It's all the same, call me homie if you got some drama mayn and need some energy 

[Chorus - 2x] 
Believe me fame 
Won't see me on TV, talking bout he changed 
Since G hopped in the mist of thangs 
Why jealous, he mad at me 
I'm trying to get just change the game, drive a nigga insane see 
Explain we simple and plain, homie if you need me 

[G-Mone] 
Come and holla at G, M-O-N-E 
Better ask em though, why no why that ain't me I replied 
G-2-A-KE be deep if I fall, I know that my dogs gon' catch me 
Jack these, but in any type of sit-i-ation try to get messy 
They dugging you in the hall, thanks 'fore you can test my testes 
Ay peep dog keep stuck in the wall after the brawl jamming, hoping you rest we 
See there's no reason for me to stop being me, the way some niggaz though 
They shoot you away bro, mad at me cause I'm looking for longevity 
Pimp I hear ya, if you blink now your vision might get clearer 
Peace to F-A-C-E, a real nigga 
Want us to put it down, take a trip to H-Town 
In the Rap-A-Lot building in Lil' J office, beating around surround sound 
88 keep the windows ready to break, with the bass on 
I can feel it vibrate so how long will it take, for me to make the bomb no hesitation 
To other thangs, all the haters is still the same 
So call me homie if you got some drama mayn, while you maintain 

[Chorus - 2x] 

[G-Mone] 
Homie love when you figure, hear they dumping nigga 
I'ma deliver some'ing fuck it, fucking with my guidance 
Wanna see how the river dumping 
Make you lose some'ing for the crews fronting, bumping at the gums 
Cause niggaz like y'all coming out, get to buck and twist ya and then be on the run 
And never mention that I got ya, did I miss ya 
Nobody knows that I got the mack to bust, cause I fixed ya 
To the pound nigga, I got your back and you got mine 
Let's split a light to the fullest, fuck proof for a bullet 
Let's kick it with the crew, and do what the fuck we wanna do 
No ID so you know do you know who's, trying to sweat and blocking me 
Cut my dub turn that motherfucking light off, and let me in the club 
Can't change, smoking a black and mild to maintain 
Simple and plain, I'm still the same 
Call me homie, if you got some drama mayn 

[Chorus - 3x] 

(*talking*) 
Won't change a damn thing niggaz 
It's all real, take this shit and ride on out