Jordan Year (Levitate)
Who can I trust
Who can I trust for real
Who can I trust
Who can I trust for real
Who can I trust for real?
Who can I trust in a world full of masks
In my lane nigga foot on the gas
Still the same as I was in the past
Watched people change but I'm focused on cash
Bad bitch she look back throw it back
Show out baby girl do your dance
We roll out ima roll up this gas
Exotic give you asthma attack
Main bitch she know I got her back
I swear these other hoes just be boring
Wanna dig in you someplace that's foreign
Wanna watch our shit grow like a florist
People asking bout us we ignoring em
Swear the shit that we got is just different
By my Jordan year you should be Pippen
Be wit me while we run up these digits
Wanna
Elevate, Levitate, just escape with you
Grind till late, pour a drink, fornicate with you
But still I gotta ask, who can I trust in a world full of masks
Who can I trust in a world full of masks
Can't look back if I left you in the past
Savage, baby don't call me that
You said you would not get attached
Cannot make time for the feelings you catch
I'm on my grind I can't sway off the path
these niggas is liars they Sway wit the cap
Too eloquent to speak on my behalf
Got me hella bent if you thought I would lapse
Even when shit hit the fan I'll relax and make something shake wit the shit in my lap
You can't be afraid that's just gone hold you back
Moral compass gone lead me I promise you that
Mama raised her a man I can promise you that
My Niggas my fam I can promise you that
Gotta do what I can with the fam on my back
But everyday I gotta sit back and ask
Who can I trust in a world full of masks?
In my lane nigga foot on the gas
Still the same as I was in the past
Watched people change but I'm focused on cash
Bad bitch she look back throw it back
Show out babygirl do your dance
We roll out ima roll up this gas
Exotic give you asthma attack
Main bitch she know I got her back aye
Feel like these other hoes just be boring
Wanna dig in you someplace that's foreign
Wanna watch our shit grow like a florist
Yeah
Swear the shit that we got is just different
By my Jordan Year you should be Pippen
Be wit my while we run up these digits, wanna
Who can I trust for real
Who can I trust
Who can I trust for real
Who can I trust for real?
Who can I trust in a world full of masks
In my lane nigga foot on the gas
Still the same as I was in the past
Watched people change but I'm focused on cash
Bad bitch she look back throw it back
Show out baby girl do your dance
We roll out ima roll up this gas
Exotic give you asthma attack
Main bitch she know I got her back
I swear these other hoes just be boring
Wanna dig in you someplace that's foreign
Wanna watch our shit grow like a florist
People asking bout us we ignoring em
Swear the shit that we got is just different
By my Jordan year you should be Pippen
Be wit me while we run up these digits
Wanna
Elevate, Levitate, just escape with you
Grind till late, pour a drink, fornicate with you
But still I gotta ask, who can I trust in a world full of masks
Who can I trust in a world full of masks
Can't look back if I left you in the past
Savage, baby don't call me that
You said you would not get attached
Cannot make time for the feelings you catch
I'm on my grind I can't sway off the path
these niggas is liars they Sway wit the cap
Too eloquent to speak on my behalf
Got me hella bent if you thought I would lapse
Even when shit hit the fan I'll relax and make something shake wit the shit in my lap
You can't be afraid that's just gone hold you back
Moral compass gone lead me I promise you that
Mama raised her a man I can promise you that
My Niggas my fam I can promise you that
Gotta do what I can with the fam on my back
But everyday I gotta sit back and ask
Who can I trust in a world full of masks?
In my lane nigga foot on the gas
Still the same as I was in the past
Watched people change but I'm focused on cash
Bad bitch she look back throw it back
Show out babygirl do your dance
We roll out ima roll up this gas
Exotic give you asthma attack
Main bitch she know I got her back aye
Feel like these other hoes just be boring
Wanna dig in you someplace that's foreign
Wanna watch our shit grow like a florist
Yeah
Swear the shit that we got is just different
By my Jordan Year you should be Pippen
Be wit my while we run up these digits, wanna
Credits
Writer(s): Jamari Canteen
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