In NONE We Trust
Yeah Light the weed
Im a veteran way above who ahead of him
Aint got time for niggas i know im better than
Keep a shottie look at the trunk its not a elephant
and rappers only talk about situations they never did
Light the weed get higher just like im known to do
Cold hearted stubborn and getting older too
Feeling like everybody wanna trust somebody
but im Anti so you know i dont trust nobody
And my cousin Ski locked down chillen up in rahway
The second that he gets released you know we gon parlay
Sometimes I wanna visit the past but you'll get your feelings hurt on Elizabeth Ave
No memory, No Ls and no hennessey code of the streets niggas aint got symphony
And listen its a different situation if I know him
Cause i dont trust niggas bout as far as I can throw them
The streets aint raised on symphony I dont know what the fuck just got into me
And im rollin purple blowing out that loudpack, 400 Block nigga we scream south that
Newark state of mind nigga we stay strapped up Keep it 100 nigga fuck that rap stuff
You gon need a army and the navy for the guns we buss
Fuck everyone In none we trust
Look, Hi haters im back on my hiatus shit I was born poor but i bet you I die famous
People been sleeping on me tell me im not hated
But you from the block how can you be mad that the block made it
So fuck a cop shoot up your block in a old regal
And hop out light up your block with the gold eagle
Im anti you heard right so get your hands high
My lyrics ahead of you niggas by a landslide
You ant side your shirt is tight and your pants high
So when you say you be shooting guns its a damn lie
I know niggas thats shooters thats what they do to live
and real niggas aint telling you who the shooter is
I dont trust yall niggas I keep a 45 on me but i will still punch yall niggas
And its still fuck yall nigga forget it try runnin thru
Fuck ya whole crew tell them niggas we getting money too
The streets aint raised on symphony I dont know what the fuck just got into me
And im rollin purple blowing out that loudpack, 400 Block nigga we scream south that
Newark state of mind nigga we stay strapped up Keep it 100 nigga fuck that rap stuff
You gon need a army and the navy for the guns we buss
Fuck everyone In none we trust
You heard that
I don't trust none of you motherfuckers
In none we trust
EAMG Dot Baggz Newark state of mind
400 Block waddup South that haha
Im a veteran way above who ahead of him
Aint got time for niggas i know im better than
Keep a shottie look at the trunk its not a elephant
and rappers only talk about situations they never did
Light the weed get higher just like im known to do
Cold hearted stubborn and getting older too
Feeling like everybody wanna trust somebody
but im Anti so you know i dont trust nobody
And my cousin Ski locked down chillen up in rahway
The second that he gets released you know we gon parlay
Sometimes I wanna visit the past but you'll get your feelings hurt on Elizabeth Ave
No memory, No Ls and no hennessey code of the streets niggas aint got symphony
And listen its a different situation if I know him
Cause i dont trust niggas bout as far as I can throw them
The streets aint raised on symphony I dont know what the fuck just got into me
And im rollin purple blowing out that loudpack, 400 Block nigga we scream south that
Newark state of mind nigga we stay strapped up Keep it 100 nigga fuck that rap stuff
You gon need a army and the navy for the guns we buss
Fuck everyone In none we trust
Look, Hi haters im back on my hiatus shit I was born poor but i bet you I die famous
People been sleeping on me tell me im not hated
But you from the block how can you be mad that the block made it
So fuck a cop shoot up your block in a old regal
And hop out light up your block with the gold eagle
Im anti you heard right so get your hands high
My lyrics ahead of you niggas by a landslide
You ant side your shirt is tight and your pants high
So when you say you be shooting guns its a damn lie
I know niggas thats shooters thats what they do to live
and real niggas aint telling you who the shooter is
I dont trust yall niggas I keep a 45 on me but i will still punch yall niggas
And its still fuck yall nigga forget it try runnin thru
Fuck ya whole crew tell them niggas we getting money too
The streets aint raised on symphony I dont know what the fuck just got into me
And im rollin purple blowing out that loudpack, 400 Block nigga we scream south that
Newark state of mind nigga we stay strapped up Keep it 100 nigga fuck that rap stuff
You gon need a army and the navy for the guns we buss
Fuck everyone In none we trust
You heard that
I don't trust none of you motherfuckers
In none we trust
EAMG Dot Baggz Newark state of mind
400 Block waddup South that haha
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Writer(s): Lavar Abad
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