Trust

Ayy, it's Krys Barry in the building. TaylorMade on the track
Look, don't you hate when niggas be in your face and shit? Try and talk to you
Knowing y'all ain't cool. Hoes be trying to throw dirt on your name
Talk about you and shit. But I feel like this. Haters make us famous. That's what I learned

Ayy
Mama said don't trust them niggas. Don't trust them niggas
Cause everybody ain't your dog for real. Your dog for real
Keep your eyes open, don't trust these hoes. Don't trust these hoes

Cause cuffing that pussy'll get you killed. Get you killed
Mama told me, mama told me. Mama told me, mama told me
He snitching on you. She lying to you. And they fake as fuck. So don't buy into it

You don't fuck with me. So quit that phony shit. Up this PS4 and send you right back in the Sony

Bitch. Damn. You don't got no problem with breaking the code. Hoes try to set a nigga
Up for the headshot. Ratchets with ratchets, they letting them go. Fuck am I saying though? But that's how the
Game be. Own brother will, take your life. But that's how the gang be. You get it? The ones who speak
About loyalty. Really the ones who sleep in the grass. They come off Funny like dick in that ass

Praying for my downfall. Long as I Stayed at the bottom and searched for The bands
I had plenty of friends around. Try to Come up for a second, them niggas Get jealous and start
Trying to bring you down. Haters Make me rich. Don't feel no type of Way. Up close, you heard
The gun cocking. Nigga, was your Partner till you heard that bang. And Mama said don't trust

Them niggas. Don't trust them Niggaz. Cause everybody ain't your Dog for real. Your dog for
Real. Keep your eyes open. Don't Trust these hoes. Don't trust these Hoes. Cause the cuff of that
Pussy will get you killed. Mama told Me, mama told me. Mama told me, Mama told me. They snitching
On you. She lying to you. And they Fake as fuck. Don't buy into it. Think That nigga your dog

Same one trying to fuck your bitch. Same bitch that claims she love you. Same bitch took them
Niggas dick. Foul as fuck, but ain't no Free throws. Only freak hoes. And Youngins who claiming
They real, but don't got no knowledge Of the G code. I'm repping the block To the fullest. Newcomers
Got salt on they shoulders. Claiming You fuck with the gang. Truth of the Matter is nobody knows you

So many mask on. Skeptical of the Dressing room. Never trust no square To be in my circles. Day
Ones, no day twos. It don't take a lot To convince me. See their true colors Like tye dye. I'm already
On the offensive. Pick up on they Signal like wifi. Told them I'm Smarter than average. Life of a
Savage. I lead it for real. That's why I Don't trust nobody. Too much to get You killed. Mama

Said don't trust them niggas. Cause Everybody ain't your dog for real. Keep your eyes open
Don't trust these hoes. Cuffing that Pussy'll get you killed. Mama told me
Mama told me. He snitching on you. She lying to you. And they fake as Fuck
I don't trust nobody these days. Nah. Nah. Motherfucker wonder why. Your heart cold these days

I don't trust not a soul. Krys Barry. Angels with dirty faces