Letra de Nobody Believes Me

f/ Cross, J-Hood, SheekAhh... today's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha...This is a true story ladies and gentlemenYou might not believe it thoughBut fuck it, thats why I'm the ghost(Styles)I'm about to open upListen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me upHe said(Cross)Your gun is in the closet flippinTalkin bout I get the most action he about to soak meup(Styles)So I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrongwith you?"(Sheek)You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong toyou(Styles)I said I just beat a case daddyAnd I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move thisweight daddyThen the hammer said(Sheek)Man listen, used the knife twice in a rowTell me if the plan switchinCause we used to get around togetherWe used to put niggas down together, tell me if it'snow or never(Styles)I said hammer take it easy babyCause I got niggas to kill and I would never do yougreasy babyAnd all you gotta do is chill a whileAnd then the hammer said "cool" cuz you knowthat I feel you Styles(Chorus: Styles)I got a story to tell, my knife talk to meBut nobody believe that my knife talk to meI got a story to tell, my hammer talk to meBut nobody believe that my hammer talk to meI got a story to tell, my haze talk to meBut nobody believe that my haze talk to meI got a story to tell, my money talk to meBut nobody believe that my money talk to me(Styles)My knife said to me(Cross)I hawk niggas down, bust arteries(Styles)And he get bright red for meKnife you my nigga but leave me aloneI got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zoneI said "Haze what the hell is up?"He said(J-Hood)You know how we do, you know that we crewSo where's the vanilla dutch(Styles)Rolling something up, Thinking about killing every rapper in the gameAnd holding something upMy haze said to me(J-Hood)You need to calm down when the rage come to you'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to youBut you don't give a fuck So just open up your book and let your page come toyou(Styles)Even though I'm humble and nobleI don't give a fuckYou ain't tryin to hear me I'ma shoot through yourmobileIt's funny, I'll stalk youHold up my niggas, it aint a convo 'less your moneystart talking(Chorus)(Styles)My money spoke to meIt said shit that if it wasn't for his ass therewouldn't be no hope for meMoney ain't everything, and then he laughed at meAnd said the hammer oughta blast at meHe said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer andbailTake a look at the cars and the cribI keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouthEven paid for the birds when you moved niggas southShit, I'm the reason why the block jumpingLet a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll popsomethingAnd I'm the reason why you ride or dieKeep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eyeI said money you the root of evilHow they print "In God We Trust" knowingwhat you do to peopleBut I'm a hard felonSo I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause Iheard my car yelling(Chorus)