Lyrics:
jumpin I’ll be back at it again
Black tee chain tucked
Lo key dangerous
Famous but nameless if you jammed in (Don’t snitch)
Trash bags did dat
Yo
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
from Tha Dogg Pound
Now you know and I know
Rule number one, you can't trust no ho
Now you can get caught up in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip
life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
the Levels
Set the scene
Be the best
Major keys
Easy to move by yourself when you true to yourself
And Trust in your will
Like Jaden Smith
Calling on his
keep them if they anorexic
Love 'em but can't trust them
Hate 'em but won't bust them
Caking in savings, spending, wasting
It's like a custom
Tats
fuck your remedial
You're still dumb
You believe in love
But fuck I don't see no Cupid
Trust?
Always know my future 'cause I'm always dreaming lucid
understood is overstood
You could be a bitch and a
Snitch and still rep the hood
Your bars are no good, we don't trust you
Not you, not one biff, you
Don’t need a black history month
I’m living it now
I see u waiting till October
Then you start acting sober
Gifted & black with a million to stack
They like how he doing this with no label
Only thing in black and white is bank statements
You can hate but I'm her low-key favorite
They was sleeping
They wanna live in destruction
Not resurrect the throne (The throne)
No hand outs
No I don't want no hand outs (No)
I'm just gon' hustle low key
Til' I
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
and pad
Experimenting with lab raps
This ain’t ya game
No ace of spades
You outta plays
With my queen right by my side
You standing in my way
I was destined
I put a Kazoo upon wrist (Say it louder)
Shit too loud like low-key don't exist (Don't exist uh)
Money lookin more and more familiar
Benjamins my
that Nipsey Hussle stole the key, nigga
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (yeah)
And I stay blunted (yeah)
'Cause I do what I need
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
Ayo, sa ka fet
It's the original Refugee, you know what I mean?
Fugee tribe, Haitian general, trust me
The preacher's son, you already know
the hoodie
(Hoodie)
I don’t trust nobody, no jury
(Yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
If you in my way knock em down like a bully
(Bully)
All black on like I’m Tray
and if you want it, it's yours
Dad told me to put the bad vibes on pause
And trust me, that's the key for the door
To become a top boy likkle more
you say you love me
Perfect balance between love and lust
Always be honest that's the key to trust
Always keep it real cuz trust a must
I know you tired
the healing and trust?
We going home, press play nigga we on the road
No control, but we steer good with overloads
I don't condone, any fake love so stay
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