Corrección Letra Who Can I Trust par Quando Rondo

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(Adrian the teller)
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
Brrt

So many police sirens, just tryna duck 'em through the light
Proceeded to jump the violence, hundred percent, I take the blame (That's my blame)
It ain't no second chance, so on the first, make sure you hustle (Huh)
I swear I felt so abandoned, deep in the gutter where we struggle

Same one that plottin' on you nine times outta ten on your left
I'm in this Act', start fifty coked up while she playin' my half
Don't get your hopes up for the worst, boy, I'm forever prepared
Ain't hard to end up on a shirt, better stay strapped or get nailed
Took off from mercy (Woo), same ones around me, know they hate, I prevail
I'm sippin' syrup all out my body like my kidneys don't fail
Wockhardt same color molly, got the feds on my trail
Block party, we swang his block, then on the street left some shells
We jump the gate inisde the trenches like you know what it is (Yeah)
Keys to the safe, them seven digits gon' protect all my niggas
Please be safe, my grandma favorite word, she know how I'm livin'
Knees get to shakin' every time I look at me in the mirror
Uh-uh-uh, woah, oh (Uh, uh-uh-uh)
Who can I trust, who I can run to? (No run)
Who can I trust, who I can run to? (No)
Uh-uh-uh, woah, oh (Woo)
Yeah, who can I trust, who can I run to? (Ha)
Who can I trust, who can I run to?

Back against the wall, learned at the hard way they don't really love me
She wanted less for stay in shape 'cause she know all these niggas wanna f*ck her
If I'm not for you, girl just say it, don't you play me like no f*ckin' buster
I'm at the table splittin' bread with all my niggas like the last supper
Them hollow tips, they steady chasin' me
This murder shit come 'round occasionally
I know this shit might sound crazy but I feel safer when I'm in the streets
Switch be on that Glock (Grah), we swang they block, that's not the place to be

I swear that all these niggas flawed, so one hundred, ain't no fake in me
They don't know, I broke the bank just tryna feed all my niggas (Woo)
Smoke and flames, that's all I see when I jump out my vehicle (Skrrt)
We earn our stripes, no Adidas, jump out J strapped with that heater (Grah)
Like, f*ck the store, bro, don't pull over, let's just sip out the litter
I like the pictures that you post, girl, I can't wait 'til I meet ya
I stump the pedal in the Lamb' truck (Vroom), treat that bitch like a T'd car
Clutchin' my metal through the night, can't even trust my own people
It's been two days, she ain't my line, she must don't know that I need her
No one to trust 'cause once it's up this shit get real in the field
Don't want a luck, about the dollar bills I bet you get killed
I love Wockhardt, but I can't drink it 'less the pint came it sealed
One of them ones, bitch, I'm the sickest and I'm not tryna get healed

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