Trust - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Bo Jackson, nigga)

I could teach you how to dig shit up

I was part of Northwest, I was raised by the gun

That .300 Black hit harder than a punt

He got hit with 3B now he walk with a hunch

I really be standing over shit, niggas start to think that I'm lunching

You talking 'bout bodies? Now I got a bunch

Just give me a Drac' or a P, I don't spin with a pump

I can't wait 'til I stand over Thump

All I want is them drops, I don't want you to munch

You deep in the streets? You ain't got no gun

You need to stay in the house, you're a punk

And I ain't leaving that scene 'til a niggas' ass slumped

I really be killing for fun

He got money on his head? I'ma get that shit 'cause I was really killing for nothing

I really be tripping and wicking

He got caught out of bounds and got cooked like chicken

He got hit in his face nine times so you already know who did it

And don't get your ass pushed back

I ain't talking 'bout Dom but his ass got shot

He got hit in his neck and his face

I got good aim with this Mac

Come test this shit if you think that you're tough

This Drac' be ripping through shit, I don't care if you're buff

You get took for bad nigga, if you ain't sliding and providing you ain't doing enough

I done put them diamonds on my wrists for all them times I been in them cuffs

Loyalty over love, I'm deep in the streets, it's all about trust