| Who do I trust? |
| Me, that’s who
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| Money over all you bitches, none of these hoes ain’t special
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| I feel that morning sun, oh thank God, he blessed you
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| I just extended my clips 'cause some of these niggas might test you
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| Who do I trust? |
| (Who do I trust?)
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| Yeah
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| Who do I trust? |
| (Who do I trust?)
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| Yeah
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| Who do I trust?
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| These bitches is shady, these niggas is crazy
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| They waiting to cut when you visit your lady
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| They crack down the window and spray your Mercedes
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| I’m paranoid, rappers get killed on the daily
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| I made it home safe, keep a K on me lately
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| They prey on the weak, man these niggas are snakey
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| Please, Father, have mercy, I cannot be shaky
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| I stick to myself, I don’t follow the crowd
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| These niggas are fools, don’t bother my child
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| Official, my nigga, go prowl through my files
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| She swallowed my child, I brought her a towel
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| I told her I’m out, she thought I was foul
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| Ayy, bitch, we just fucking, you walk down the aisle
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| I count up my blessings, I thought I should smile
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| Been at it ten years, probably fathered your style, yeah
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| Who do I trust?
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| They stab at your back, man, they gruesome as fuck
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| You think they your friends, they just using you up
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| And they only show up when they need a few bucks
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| So they leeches, they take and they leave and you stuck
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| Now its fuck 'em, it’s nothing that we can discuss
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| Took my heart off my sleeve, time to even it up
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| Hold up, let me see who do I trust?
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| Who do I trust? |
| Me, that’s who
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| Money over all you bitches, none of these hoes ain’t special
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| I feel that morning sun, oh thank God, he blessed you
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| I just extended my clips 'cause some of these niggas might test you
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| Who do I trust? |
| (Who do I trust?)
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| Yeah
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| Who do I trust? |
| (Who do I trust?)
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| Yeah
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| Who do I trust?
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| No money back then, had to cruise on the bus
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| My grandma was worried, was down on my luck
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| I was ready to die, let me drown in my cup
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| Had to go through some shit, now we countin' it up
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| Life is short, you get found in a fountain of blood
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| This the way that shit go when you out in the mud
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| No cap and get— don’t run out on the plug
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| Who do I trust?
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| That bitch took my heart, now it’s ruined, it’s crushed
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| I could kill that little bitch, had the tool in my clutch
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| Love is a bitch, have you doing too much
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| Shoot myself to love you (Yeah)
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| If I love myself, I’d be shooting you
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| Shit, it get dark as the Crucible
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| Always fuck me, bitch, the feeling is mutual, uh (Ah)
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| Who do I trust?
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| I pick at the scabs, I endured a few scuffs
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| When shit hit the fan, niggas knew you weren’t tough
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| You did all of that talking and no one got stuffed
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| How you shit on the fam? |
| They was showing you love
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| Ain’t surprised, niggas know you a ho, you a scrub
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| It ain’t good for my health, shouldn’t be holding a grudge
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| I’ve been fucked over too, nigga, come join the club
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| Who do I trust? |
| Me, that’s who
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| Money over all you bitches, none of these hoes ain’t special
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| I feel that morning sun, oh thank God, he blessed you
|
| I just extended my clips 'cause some of these niggas might test you
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| Who do I trust? |
| (Who do I trust?)
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| Yeah
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| Who do I trust? |
| (Who do I trust?) |