Trust

[Intro]

It’s like a cold story repeated over and over

In the winters of my mind

This shit be real man

Shit’s crazy out here

Yo yo, yo what up y’all

That’s my niggas over there

Word

[Verse 1]

If you scared to take chances

You’ll never have the answers

I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is

Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is

Is he gonna cock it and pop it

His waistband big

But he don’t have that thing in him

Slanging just ain’t in him

Body language is off, he’s soft

But soft niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting

Cause he feel a way

My niggas say the eyes is a giveaway

One look could tell me if you really came to kill me

Be the quiet nigga looking

Laying with the milli

Who that over there, creeping

Who homie by the tree

Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me

Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three

Be a cold day in hell fore they creep on me

It’s a lesson every premonition

Lotta niggas killed ‘cause they wasn’t paying attention

Listen

[Hook]

I want a bitch I can trust

Some niggas I can trust

Accountants looking over my figures I can trust

A lawyer that’s fighting for my decisions I can trust

Damn my nigga trust

I can never get enough

A Ruger I can trust

Shooters I can trust

Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust

And if I can’t trust you, the fuck is you here for

Some of you niggas’ true colors becoming clear more

[Verse 2]

It’s been so long

Can’t remember how we begun this war

This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm

Cause guns went off

I see your mom's she still speak

She don’t know I ain’t cool with her son no more

It’s old shit, see forever we holding this grudge

Takes real men to squash beef

End it with hugs

We buried our dead, been years

Why should I worry bout him

Constantly watching my back

Plus niggas telling I dread

Another day I put a family in black

Though I be calm and relaxed

Though I know somehow it will come back

Even if I’m in the right

Cause still a life is a life

What was it worth to see you covered in dirt

It’s quite redundant

Whether you the hunter or the hunted

Mother’s cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide

Just tattoos of my niggas’ names

I wonder will it change

Let’s ride

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

It’s rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position

A caterpillar can’t relate to what an eagle envisions

From the mind of a man who went at it with killers

Sit down little man

Let me school you in hood business

Seen a lotta niggas blow

Lotta dreams folded

Some wasn’t humble, ate too much, got bloated

Ain’t too much left to buy

Bought it I’m loaded I guess

Lear jets

I ask myself do I need love or success

They say the artist that truly suffers

His stuff is the best

Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve

Pain pistols and sex

Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it

Older folks angry, pointing, swearing at it

Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it

Same old man from years ago told me life is short

So from infant to geriatric

Trust your own judgment

Live with it and love it

[Hook]