Trust In Me
See it was three of y'all
And only me
But what I look like
Lettin' niggas run me out dez streets
Stand ten toes down
Til I'm six feet deep
Only stand 5-9
But this nigga ain't weak
And my weed ain't cheap
Niggas tried to ride the wave
Wit no grease
And I love her like my daughter
Even though that that's my niece
Drive thru Chic-fil-A
Gotta get a 50 piece
I gotta plenty mouths to feed
And all mine gone eat
And I'm grindin' like I gotta twin
But it's jus me, myself, and I
Wen dem bills comin' in
And you can't look me in my eyes
And tell me I ain't trill
Last nigga did domestic violence
On her I ain't him
Don't need no water
In my diamonds
God wash away my sins
I keep that pistol by my side
So they don't try to attempt
I'm like a shark up in that water
I can't fuck wit no shrimp
They said my grandpa
Keep that cane but he ain't
Walk wit a limp
I told her put this
In her Civic
Don't draw no attention
You gotta make
The right decision
This lifestyle ain't friendly
Swear I'ma get you out this Honda
And get you a Bentley
You know that I'ma full time grinder
Til' the very ending
Damn, don't celebrate
No birthdays, we get plenty cake
I'll celebrate wit you tomorrow
If I make it today!
Eitha I'm fightin wit my babymoms
Or I'm fightin' a case
You thought my lifestyle
Was the bomb
Til I detonate!
And only me
But what I look like
Lettin' niggas run me out dez streets
Stand ten toes down
Til I'm six feet deep
Only stand 5-9
But this nigga ain't weak
And my weed ain't cheap
Niggas tried to ride the wave
Wit no grease
And I love her like my daughter
Even though that that's my niece
Drive thru Chic-fil-A
Gotta get a 50 piece
I gotta plenty mouths to feed
And all mine gone eat
And I'm grindin' like I gotta twin
But it's jus me, myself, and I
Wen dem bills comin' in
And you can't look me in my eyes
And tell me I ain't trill
Last nigga did domestic violence
On her I ain't him
Don't need no water
In my diamonds
God wash away my sins
I keep that pistol by my side
So they don't try to attempt
I'm like a shark up in that water
I can't fuck wit no shrimp
They said my grandpa
Keep that cane but he ain't
Walk wit a limp
I told her put this
In her Civic
Don't draw no attention
You gotta make
The right decision
This lifestyle ain't friendly
Swear I'ma get you out this Honda
And get you a Bentley
You know that I'ma full time grinder
Til' the very ending
Damn, don't celebrate
No birthdays, we get plenty cake
I'll celebrate wit you tomorrow
If I make it today!
Eitha I'm fightin wit my babymoms
Or I'm fightin' a case
You thought my lifestyle
Was the bomb
Til I detonate!
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Miller
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