Lyrics Trust? - Jiles , Meech

Thought you was down from the jump,
I've been feeling stressed, hit the weed then I duck
I've been feeling free since I grew out my fro
Who can I trust
Where do I go
I can't be dapping these n*****, they be some hoes
Money be showing the difference, when you go broke
I can't express an opinion, nobody knows
Look at the way you be living
Where is the soul

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Slow it down, I had to count up these commas now
Money don't stay when you not around
Come in the game when it's watered down
Huh, Shhhh
Not a sound, fuck n***** might be around
You aint listen you fucking clown
You a bozo you ain't been around
Pen to the pad
Hand to the surface
Showing my worth, is it just worth it
Shorty too worthless
No I ain't perfect
No I ain't perfect
But fuck you

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Who can't I trust I can't rely on myself
I don't have anyone else
The earth is still spinning no matter the issue
My friends are too busy to come to my rescue
Won't bother to tell them my pain
So I take it in stride and i lead with my vain
I mean vice
Henny shots with the ice, funny n***** come to light
Fucked once i mean twice
Pop a wop and I'm chilling, text bae bout my feelings
Empathy she don't get it, suburbs is what she living
Her parent bread to the ceiling
Though she cares i can't tell her bout my pain doesn't make sense
I don't wanna lay i just wanna stay
Anywhere but home that's when I'm alone, that's when I'm alone
If idle time is the devils workshop
My time came with a tool box
Drill a n**** now he in a pine box
Fucked up gave my n**** 2 shots
Paranoid don't trust my own block
N***** hunting everybody getting dropped
Run option like Lamar Jackson
I can pass the rock or I can pitch the shit off
I'm numb to the pain, I'm calling my mama
I tell her everything, survivors remorse ii think everyday
I need a bitch pregnant, i need offspring
To give to my mama
She want her some grand kids, i need me a junior
But bitches is grimey
They'll go to ya funeral, then chill with the shooter
These n***** is crazy they do it for bape and some pictures
I do it for money and respect is the issue .
The magazine hold bout 40 and some change
But it jams it has issues
With n***** who flex for the bitches
Don't want em just need me a real one
Need me a fair one
Need me some time
I need me some dinner
To fuck up u n***** i swear when the real comes
You n***** is shady and do it for bitches
I do it for money i

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Fuck you, I said fuck you