[Intro: Triller]
Lemme talk to you for a few
[Verse 1: Triller]
Ayy
Dontchu know that it dont matter what you den did, (den did)
These folks only gone care for yo life when it ends
When people say they care, I swear 90% are lyin
Because they'll leave you up in the ER if you was dyin
You could break a world record, a big accomplishment
But they won't even bat an eye, thats astonishin
You try yo hardest to be different and to be unique, (Work!)
But they just spit on yo success, and deem that you be weak
We wasn't put onto this Earth to make nobody happy, (nah!)
But when you try to impress people, it gotchu lookin sappy, (yah!)
Lookin like a straight foo, and you start gettin snappy, (Grr)
You start bein hella mean, and you always wanna scrappy, (Squad up!)
But that ain't the way you suppose to play, you gotta be chill, (chill!)
You can't lose yo cool cause a couple fools won't show thrill
Fuck them muhfuckas, putcha middle finger up
Turn it up to all of em, fuck fam and friends, they onnat fuckshit stuff
[Hook: Triller]
Take it from me, aye, I trust not a soul
My heart is pure, yup, but my trust has got a hole
In it, and can't nobody fill it cause I'm finished
And you can put it on my head
They won't care until ya dead (2x)
When they see you in that casket all the fake bastards gone dread
And we even can bet some bread
(They won't care until ya dead)
[Verse 2: Triller]
You got this mentality that folks SUPPOSE care for you
But thats so far from the truth, folks only gone stare at you
You can make the biggest move, even have a good brain on you
The peeps you tryna reach be the same ones who wanna bring the pain on you
Fuck em all! (Uh huh!)
I say, fuck em all (fuck em all!)
People so dirty, you can dust em off (dust em off)
When they try to take advantage, gone and brush em off (brush em off)
And all them fake ass people? Better cut em off (cut em off)
Just leave them fucks arounds in the past, it ain't sophisticated
Niggas and bitches hatin because they niche is to getchu purely faded
Folks really hate, when you succeed, they want yo irritation
No silly games, keep makin moves, like you immigratin
What these clowns dont see, they hate is pity witta tint (pity witta tint)
Meanin its dark and hard to see, so plenty wouldn't trip (plently wouldn't trip)
So my advice to you is never trip cause some little trick wanna talk some shit but they should remember that envy is a sin (envy is a sin)
[Hook: Triller]
Take it from me, aye, I trust not a soul
My heart is pure, yup, but my trust has got a hole
In it, and can't nobody fill it cause I'm finished
And you can put it on my head
They won't care until ya dead (2x)
When they see you in that casket all the fake bastards gone dread
And we even can bet some bread
(They won't care until ya dead)
[Verse 3: Triller]
Dont start feelin bad, because I did the same thang for the longest
Time, and I really regret it now
It really fucked up my mind
And you can hear it in the way that I rhyme, been through a whole lotta shit, the petty shit people did interferred with my grind
But thats all changed now
Nowadays, I'm chillin out and I'll ex-plain how
I turn my middle finger up to all haters who gotta frown
Because they just mad because I'm rad at backin up my pride wit sound
Bow! (Bow!)
I'm like the bullet from a gun, (gun!)
When they see how fast I'm comin, they all turn around and run
Cause this time around, I've learned to not give a fuck on critics
Thats the ticket, now that I've grown up, they stay quiet like a buncha crickets
All you dudes is stupid, i dont fuck wit yall, nah we can't kick it
And the same go for you hoes, but I'll whip out my dick so yall can lick it
Imma stay true to myself, thats how I was raised, my realness homegrown
Trust me, I know these fake ass people won't care for me til I'm tombstoned (echo)
[Hook: Triller]
Take it from me, aye, I trust not a soul
My heart is pure, yup, but my trust has got a hole
In it, and can't nobody fill it cause I'm finished
And you can put it on my head
They won't care until ya dead (2x)
When they see you in that casket all the fake bastards gone dread
And we even can bet some bread
(They won't care until ya dead)
