Trust Gang - 38 Spesh, Benny the Butcher, Klass Murda

Yeah, trust my word

Trust Gang, nigga

Spesh

Yo, uh, yo

They say don’t respect the one that gets shot, respect the nigga that shot him

I respect the nigga that sent him to handle the problem

Ex-bitch said she pregnant by me, now she screamin' child support

Man, this bitch hate me, I feel lit, she 'bout to wild in court

I ain’t payin' you shit, just bein' honest

Bitch, I sell dope, what wages they 'bout to garnish?

I do this for the hustlers that get in the zone from us

Every time I re-up I get a new phone number

You ever been in a drought, told the plug you need pounds?

Then he pull up like, «This the only thing I found?»

Open up the bag, everything brown

But you gotta take it, it’s the only thing 'round

Big brother caught an attempt, but he still smile

And they gon' give him 18 if he blow trial

Life hard, I’m doin' everything I can, Lord

I ain’t evil, I’m just tryna pay my landlord

Might lie to myself, say I don’t need much

I’m fucked up, I’ll be good when the P’s touch

I got myself in the illest situation

And I never froze, I’m good with those, I never hesitated

See I been cruisin' 'round the city in them foreigns lately

Dealin' with Spesh, T, and Philly got me more angels

Get a Rollie on my arm, Cuban on my neck

Foreign for a car, hundred thousand for a check

If a nigga gotta ride, then I’m sendin' clips

If not I’m with TCI poppin' big shit

Spending benjis on pennies with Benny

Act silly, get them semis, call up Nitty, huh

Call up Wire, that’s the hit-up, let him fly out

Then the pass, go to class, then we divin' 'cross the pylon

TCF, Trust Gang, yeah, that’s who they got they eye on

It’s our year, y’all wack, fuck bygones bein' bygones, trust

Hand on my gun, other hand on the wheel

Make a perfect right turn while I’m blammin' the steel

My uncle had to show me how to handle a scale

'Cause my pops never taught me how to handle the pill

I came off the porch early, I was caught dirty

Now I’m boss-worthy and my main broad curvy

Ridin' back home, the trunk of my car dirty

It’s noon, I’ma make it back by 4:30 (Almost home)

Hustlers runnin' in (In), J’s runnin' out (Out)

And we never hit you if you came unannounced

That’s your lil' bitch but I slang out the house

I starved while she survivin' off the change out the couch

Back then you probably could’ve caught me whippin'

Sweatin' over the stove in a foggy kitchen

Marina dog food when my squad get mentioned

I traded in my spoon for a coffee blender, nigga

Yeah, ho, I never take an L

Plug cross country, I just wait for mail

Dope so good that it could take a twelve

Fiend tried it and went straight to Hell

Y’all niggas snakes, y’all can’t wait to tell

Half ass waitin', had to make a sale

Work so heavy, it could break a scale

So much coke that I could make a trail

You made a sale, you was facin' 12

Told on your man and you escaped from jail

38 Special, it was made to kill

Leave the crime scene and take the shells

Loose lips sink ships, afraid to sail

Get low, my hoes say I’m aging well

She drove the bricks in a gray Chevelle

I bought her a bag, it was fake Chanel

And she walk around like she bougie

I live life like I should write the movie

Broke ass nigga still lightin' loosies

Goin' half on dimebags like the Looneys, uh

You niggas never had to fight

You ain’t killin' nothin' with your gun, you bought it for braggin' rights

Got it for an average price

I’m married to the white girl, that bitch is a bad wife