Текст, перевод и аккорды “Trust”
- feat. Emilio Lopez [Verse 1: Emilio Lopez] E to the m-i, l-i-o Got snakes all around, so I tell my hoes That they can't be around when I sell my blow 'Cause distraction's a bad thing, hell, I know If I slack, get clapped, off to hell I go It's like I got a sixth sense, I can smell my foes It ain't hard to tell, they know damn well that I'll blow Inhale my dough and never have to sell my soul At any time they can drop dime and set my bail And instead of the gym, I'm doin' sets in jail It don't matter what I do, I don't expect to fail Don't stress, ignite (Inhaaale) Let the weed smoke invade my lungs Every day I pray the dumb won't ever make me blaze my guns While I'm on the road to chase the funds I sip slow and taste the rum, until the point my face is numb [Verse 2: Apathy] I remember warmer weather, but this winter got me thinkin' What's the point of stayin' broke and stay afloat and steady sinkin' Elec...tricity blinkin', never pimpin' All my sneakers look cheaper than factory speakers in '70's Lincolns Unacceptable, the bitches I'm fuckin' are far from beautiful And pussy I'm pursuin' got me pushin' pharmaceuticals It's funny how it's motivation Now I'm throwin' blow up on the stove and soda bakin' in remote locations I ain't doin' it 'cause rappers do it, I do it for dollars And distribute it to students who move it throughout they college Got cokehead bitches who be fuckin' me, right? 'Cause I hit 'em off with blow so they can study all night But I need to slow it down, 'cause my name's goin' round And the hate is goin' round, and my face is known now This black cat and three white dudes from a frat Get a gat and get it in they brain that they stickin' Ap But by now my spot's so hot, the cops always watch So the second that they step into my door to check if it's locked Pull down they ski masks and get they weapons cocked Back door, let 'em deal with the D's, and jet in the drop [Verse 3: Emilio Lopez] It's eleven p.m., I'm gettin' my dick sucked by my BM Got seat car lights, and now I'm at the window peakin' It's Ap...I thought that we were meetin' on the weekend I meet him at the door, yo my neighbors ain't sleepin' So chill...Why you got that heated look on your grill? Better yet, save the information 'till we in the basement [Verse 4: Apathy] Basically, base is too risky, these dudes bein' shifty Sittin' around, listenin' to 50 and think that they can stick me My place is gettin' raided, so they'll probably evict me And these cops are out to get me, gotta think of somethin' quickly [Verse 5: Emilio Lopez] Whoa, slow down, don't go losin' your cool 'Cause these cops that ran up in your spot got it confused They thought it was you, I thought it was too, until you showed up Tell me, was it kids from the frat that tried to roll up? [Verse 6: Apathy] I guess so...I didn't get a good look through the window But a lot of strange muthafuckas been diggin' for info We can't go to Rikers, we won't be up in the cyphers We ain't gang affiliated, ain't nobody gon' like us [Verse 7: Emilio Lopez (Apathy)] What's this shit about, "we" and "us"? Didn't we discuss, if D's should rush, we need to trust? (Muthafucka, I did everything to handle our biz) Yo when you jetted from the feds you probably led 'em to my crib! (What?! You buggin' the fuck out, put that heat down, dude) Pssh, you aimin' just the same, put your heat down too *gunshot*
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