Lyrics:
mentor no guidance just blinded by diamonds
Just living for rhyming forget my religion
For birds in the kitchen
My homie in prison I'm miss him
Pause
Shed
rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my
pavements
Rick mask, so I don't get too famous
Smoking cookie, I get high off the Amos
Black as fuck, well-deserved celebration
Morning wood, she be callin'
be distracted by this one, that one
Or other sounds
You can talk that hate but it's
Better to spread that love around
This is just that wisdom I
Give
got more styles up there
So I'll put it together and come out
With an album every single year
Listen here, something new is going on
So of course Blast
I'm black hearted
I threw away our pictures but I know that I'm still being haunted
And I am so numb
I was blinded by your love
You were my drug in both
this life's what I was made for
Numb my pain by the pound smell The aroma taste the flavor
Tuck ya chains when I'm around or my niggas finna take em
Black holes and empty spaces
Pictures falling down the walls like souvenirs with sad faces
Silence is louder than playing calladita by bad bunny
I
Hey Aye It's TrustGangLilChris Aye
Heart Felt the album aye
Talk to em Trust
Trust Gang what you doing every day
I wake up and pray
And then I
coming uncivil dropped in to make these n*ggas shrivel
I came in the game feelin' like I'm Cameron Pruitt
Motion flow like fluid
Skid up all black it's
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
want just never leaves
Lost in the process got Stan’s mailman
Keys in the pocket with a hole, failed plan
Seems like a step we all know but can’t stand
friends of all races
I ain't care if they was white, black, Latino, or Asian
Always judged by they heart, never judged by they faces
Can't say the same
Play with the keys like I'm dealing sauce
(keys) smoking on cookie I'm coughing
You think it's a body, got bricks in a coffin
Heroin black look like
their red flags, their white knights
Their black eyes and their blue lies
If you're asking yourself, "How do you know?"
Then that's your answer,
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
Nigga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, nigga
Mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on niggas without an album
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
all I do is chief
And facts are all I 'finna speak
Kai ain't got no filter, no
Cuz my brain it got a leak
I'm a freak! I'm a geek
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