| Trust
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| FaNaTiX
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| Velli, wow
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| Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (Burn it)
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| My bruddas like «Dutch, man, 'llow that
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| We can wipe it off, get some detergent»
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| Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted
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| murders (Facts)
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| Love God, he made me this person (Facts)
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| Get caught on a glide, it’s curtains (Facts)
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| Get caught on a glide, it’s peak (Yeah)
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| I was S Road boppin' on opp block
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| Find me an opp, play hide and seek (Where they at?)
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| Out here, man, it’s finders keepers
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| Run up on the plug, what I find, I keep (Ah-ah)
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| In guns and money, we trust
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| When shh gets dropped, my mind’s at ease (I'm free)
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| Came up this side and chose that side
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| My nigga, that’s fine by me
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| My nigga, that’s cool with me (Ah)
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| But you ain’t moved Mum out the hood, that’s stupid, don’t let me act stupidly,
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| trust (Trust)
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| You’re lucky that your brother went school with me (Ah-ah)
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| If I knock that door and slap this four, you’ll be singing like Junior Reid
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| Trust, you’ll be singing like Jodeci
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| Black suits, and black coupes
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| Fuck boy had a past to preach (Fuck boy had a past to preach)
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| Somebody lookin' over me (Over me)
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| Gotta look over my shoulder, heard the revolver squeeze (Baow)
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| I can see the blue lights in the distance, I think feds heard the revolver
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| squeeze (Shit)
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| Don’t commercialise beef, go 'round there and won’t even know it’s me
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| In a downtown function, still gotta do risk assessments and CRBs (Woi-oi)
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| I see the young G try grip the dots with one hand, likkle man can’t control
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| this heat
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| Done a bait exchange in residential zones (Mm)
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| Now them neighbours baffed, these ain’t council flats, these are mortgaged homes
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| I’m in this Oxford jail, I can’t send in drones
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| I put a yout on the V in some dressed-up clothes
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| I can’t stiff him at security, take this phone (No)
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| I gotta pattern these bank transfers 'til me and my section’s home
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| My closest friend is a demon
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| I don’t say things 'cause it sounds convenient
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| G just put that thing in a bag (Ah-ah)
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| It won’t bang cah the gun need cleaning
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| Feel like I’ve been here like a thousand times
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| That’s a schoolboy error, I’m a genius
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| WD-40, get rid of that rust
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| Now I’m in the back, gun leaning, trust (Trust)
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| Now I’m in the back, just leaning
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| It was all robbery money and fiends
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| Now I’m gettin' money off streaming (Trust)
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| Break down the pack in Kensi'
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| Even though fans tell me they love me in Sweden (Facts)
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| And them man know we’re beefin' (Ah-ah)
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| But I can’t tell Mummy the reason
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| Surely, surely, can’t violate me in the streets
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| Somebody gon' die by the end of the evening (Brrt)
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| I’m tryna hurt somebody’s feelings (Facts)
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| Plug tryna put up that price
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| Burn that bridge, I don’t need him
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| Trust, if rap don’t work, it’s back to the dealing (Yeah)
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| If rap don’t work, it’s calm, it’s back to what man know best (Trapping)
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| Seen cats marching through the town, holding magazines like they’re having a
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| protest
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| My probation pissed with me cah I got bagged again, I ain’t making progress
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| (Haha)
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| Driving in a next man’s name, hold on, don’t take me station, need to pass this
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| road test (Neoww)
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| This lean ain’t no antidepressant, feel litter than a kid on Christmas Eve
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| (Litty)
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| I ain’t got no OG’s, don’t need a G-pass to permit this beef
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| I heard them man say they wanna war me but them youts got insufficient P’s
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| (Brass)
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| There’s no blood on his Take Risks tee but he still got a burner rinsed in
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| bleach (Wow)
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| Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them
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| My bruddas like «Dutch, man, 'llow that
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| We can wipe it off, get some detergent»
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| Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted
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| murders
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| Love God, he made me this person
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| Get caught on a glide, it’s c- |