2 Forks - 38 Spesh

…Trust!

Nine-five, motherfuckers

Get live, motherfuckers

Huh, yeah, Trust Gang

Nahmsayin?

Nine-five, motherfuckers

Interstate 38 on the way nigga

Nahmean?

Get live, motherfuckers

That shit’ll be here real soon

Ayo, ayo (Green Lantern)

I cook up everything, but I don’t do pork

Four pots on the stove, so I hold two forks

Got a flow that remind you of the old New York

Changed the game, we ‘bout to make a whole new sport

And I know you talk, you done told so much

That you don’t evn get checked whn you go through courts

And your small chains show you got no support

You wan' hang, lil nigga, but your rope too short

Huh, trips OT, had to book a few rentals

Ain’t pack no clothes, but I took a few pistols

Fiends take a hit and start looking through windows

Use the coat hanger as a cookin' utensil

Huh, please pardon my jewels

I wonder if my bitch father know that his daughter a mule?

But if she can’t get drug through the mud, she harder to use

Hoes ain’t shit but gardening tools

Y’all is confused, all I do is just count

Organizations, articles and accounts

Fuck the streets, I’m having barbecues at the house

Ten bricks got moved, I hardly moved off the couch, huh

Real shit, I’m away from the block scene

Y’all not kings, and y’all Mercedes is not clean

I took my lady to buy rings

We got a love and hate thing like Radio Raheem

Trust!

Nahmsayin?

1995, nigga

You know?

I’m rappin' over all that classic shit that I grew up to, nahmsayin?

Interstate 38 on the way

Believe that, that shit be here real soon, nigga

Right now I’m giving y’all straight bars, nigga

Trust!

‘95 shit

Huh, huh, huh