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Paroles : Trust Issues
I got trust issues, n***as dying over tweets
Bullets flying about that beef, long live my brother Streetz
I got trust issues, n***as snakes about them phones
Yo best friend might bust yo dome, go to sleep he take yo chrome
I got trust issues, n***as dying over tweets
Bullets flying about that beef, long live my brother Neen
I got trust issues, n***as snakes about them phones
Yo best friend might bust yo dome, go to sleep he take yo chrome
I got b*t*hes on my line, steady calling my decline
Life's a movie can't rewind
Ain't bout a dime, ain't worth my time
Glock 30 that's up on fire
Love the haters [?]
From a city full of crime, when I got shot I prayed I died
But I didn't b*t*h I'm still standing, at the top ain't ever landing
Opps for a minute like Murdaa too savage
When he buckle you, dude be hop out and start clapping
Ain't let us hit the [?] and they see me catching
Thought they won the race until I overlapped 'em
Only had a strap to feed drizzy a snapper
I went to Atlanta to get me a thumper
I know this sh*t fire, ain't giving out samples
When you at the bottom nobody gon' help you
Upgraded to Glocks no more .38 specials
Stop playing with yo life and go get you a weapon
Chasing this bag and I'm counting my blessings
Ain't trusting these n***as not even the second
And I got the drip, how I dress so impressive
These n***as they diss but they really ain't stepping
Bullets flying about that beef, long live my brother Streetz
I got trust issues, n***as snakes about them phones
Yo best friend might bust yo dome, go to sleep he take yo chrome
I got trust issues, n***as dying over tweets
Bullets flying about that beef, long live my brother Neen
I got trust issues, n***as snakes about them phones
Yo best friend might bust yo dome, go to sleep he take yo chrome
I got b*t*hes on my line, steady calling my decline
Life's a movie can't rewind
Ain't bout a dime, ain't worth my time
Glock 30 that's up on fire
Love the haters [?]
From a city full of crime, when I got shot I prayed I died
But I didn't b*t*h I'm still standing, at the top ain't ever landing
Opps for a minute like Murdaa too savage
When he buckle you, dude be hop out and start clapping
Ain't let us hit the [?] and they see me catching
Thought they won the race until I overlapped 'em
Only had a strap to feed drizzy a snapper
I went to Atlanta to get me a thumper
I know this sh*t fire, ain't giving out samples
When you at the bottom nobody gon' help you
Upgraded to Glocks no more .38 specials
Stop playing with yo life and go get you a weapon
Chasing this bag and I'm counting my blessings
Ain't trusting these n***as not even the second
And I got the drip, how I dress so impressive
These n***as they diss but they really ain't stepping
