Lyrics Trust in You - Jay Critch

Trust in You

Turn me up Josh
Boy you a fool for this one
Hey
Wasn’t there for me when I took a loss
Damn
Hey
They don’t care till they start to see you ball (see you ball)
You wasn’t there for me when I took a loss (when I took a loss)
I ain’t trippin' I’m just mad I put my trust in you (trust in you)
You my nigga it’s just sad that I can’t fuck with you (fuck with you)
I put my brothers in position we got bucks to lose
Spend time putting work in
I gotta fill up the whole bank
Gotta thank god for the blessings
I pray my family don’t change
They throwing shots they got no aim
Hop in that Bentley get road rage
I’m running off with the whole pack and I’m tryna get rid of the whole thing
Came in peace but we stay strapped please don’t bring us back to our old ways
When you grind hard and make racks and they ain’t a part they gonna throw shade
Whole time you was working for it and them niggas ain’t make no plays
Whole time they was fronting on me till I got the bag but it’s okay
Shooter ran down no mask but there’s no face and there’s no case
Leave him with a toe tag we tryna leave him DOA
I know niggas still getting bags off the TDs always
You don’t wanna do that niggas know the whole gang hold weight
Pussy nigga move back I can never fold up no way
I got in a new bag, I ain’t getting no sleep no breaks
You ain’t got it too bad you don’t hustle so you don’t get paid
They gon talk when you popping
Too much racks gotta walk it out but they never talking no profits
So what them niggas really talkin' about
They never cared till you flexing
Then they wanna get involved
I dropped a big bag on the necklace soon as I turned to a boss
They don’t care 'till they start to see you ball (see you ball)
You wasn’t there for me when I took a loss (when I took a loss)
I ain’t trippin' I’m just mad I put my trust in you (trust in you)
You my nigga it’s just sad that I can’t fuck with you (fuck with you)
I put my brothers in position we got bucks to lose
Spend time putting work in
I gotta fill up the whole bank
Gotta thank god for the blessings
I pray my family don’t change
They throwing shots they got no aim
Hop in that Bentley get road rage