Lyrics woe, im foreign to the concept of trust - Murdok Kaine

I ain't fluent with no foreign, money foreign, ayy
I ain't going if she going, she get boring, ayy
Stack my paper going to Florence just to get more pay
I leave you laid out if you think a nigga game
I used to game P4, now I'm smoking Mary Jane
That was way before I used to cut open my veins
That was way before my wrist was sore from all the pain

Sounds like suicide when I crash my fucking ride
Money's everlasting so a nigga will never die
Niggas pistol packing, lacking?Never that (Never that)
Pockets cheddar cheese, It's never green my money blue
I don't fuck with you, she off the D"usse she act a fool (act a fool)
I don't trust in a hoe (I don't know)
I don't trust no nigga, no, no (no, no)
Ayy, yo yo