Believe in Flee Cam'ron

[Intro]
You— you— you got to believe something (Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, uh-uh, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah)
Why not believe in Flee? (Killa, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, Killa, Killa, Killa)
You got to believe, I mean you got to believe in something, right? Why not?
Why not believe in Flee? (Flee, Flee, Flee, Killa, ah, uh, Killa)
You got to believe

[Verse 1]
Poverty, nah, I wasn't understanding it (Nope)
No way that I'll ever have a hand in it
My building look abandoned, so Cam had to abandon it (Peace)
Now to get in my crib, you need a laminate (Hello)
It's me, Flee, the car all pink (All pink)
Two door, take your bitch with one wink (Hey, baby)
Location where the black rich niggas link
Move a couple bricks a month in case the ship ever sink
Waist low, three quarter, full-length mink (Ta-da)
(Cam, you gettin' money?) Well, as sure as shit stink
The white real soft so we call the shit "Powder puff"
Two chains on, yeah, we made our mamas proud of us (Hey mama)
Seven Dirty rock, so, please, don't get loud with us (Talk nice)
Eleven word for anybody who doubted us

[Chorus]
You got to believe in something (Flee)
Why not believe in Flee?
You got to believe in something (Flee, ah-ah, Killa, ah-ah, Killa)
Why not believe in Flee? (Ah, yeah, ah-ha, yeah, Killa, listen)
You got to believe