Verse 1
As these years pass and I make dough, like every time I trim my lawn I see these snakes show. For every two allies I lose I make like 8 foes. Nightmares of the gavel dropping and hearing case closed. Woow, you snitch you should dead, cause my love ones need love but from love only they can't be fed. I double down on my dollars, ante up on my honor, raise you on my loyalty and go all in on my karma. Talk about facts, let's talk about facts. Y'all ain't talking bout money, let's talk about that, let's talk about that. You ain't talkin that real niggas pardon my back, niggas pardon my back. they know where i’m at, cause the goal is a billion, already made a million and these other niggas always getting jealous bout that (bllaaaaaackkk). I’m dat nigga where I live, niggas can’t do the shit that I did, let alone sell the shit that sold, better yet spot the shit the weight that I hold. When you successful shit get stressful all these vultures round to get you and they motives be so vengeful
Hook
Better Look Over Your Shoulder, Keep Ya Head On A Swivel Nigga
Cause The Streets Is Getting Colder, Keep Ya Hand Near The Trigga
There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nah There No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nah There Ain’t
No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust Nigga There’s No Trust……..
Verse 2 (Xhale)
Let me get my Uncle Ruckus on. Trust em'...naw. No new niggas, I like old school Jigga. Too much on my plate like a soul food dinner. Turn me up, more tattoos on the flesh. Thirty-plus, ain't no losing my step. Impervious, yep, I don't move from a threat...Ice Cube, Next Friday afternoon, Mike Epps. Bros before hoes, nigga. Speaking of hoe niggas. Burned me like a stove and a...coke dealer. Oh...Kill em'. Both middle...fingers in the sky. Never mix biz with the people on your side...of family, can it be damaging? Yes. My sanity has to be manic depressed. Ask me to bury these hatchets? No more audacity left. Ratchet who actually had me impressed...till after she stabbed me in cavity chest. Reality check. Next. Gimme room, need space like absence of gravity steps. Never shake hands...if number is not on my Galaxy S...the strategy best. Ex-chick got the exit, know that X is...never been the one who fought over broads. Should have guessed it from the breast pics you text message...you would auction them off. To the high-bidder. Condom or raw. Snakes in the grass, I mow off the lawn. Sit back, relax and...be glad my black ass...didn't drop names. This is God dang!
Hook
Better Look Over Your Shoulder, Keep Ya Head On A Swivel Nigga
Cause The Streets Is Getting Colder, Keep Ya Hand Near The Trigga
There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nah There No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nah There’s No Trust, Nah There Ain’t
No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust, Nigga There’s No Trust Nigga There’s No Trust……..
