Trust Issues

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Yeah, Rico
 Kenny
 They keep trying hard to get at me but I don't think it's sticking
 They only wanna beef with me because they see me winning
 It's diamonds in my ear, so it's hard for me to listen
 Bitch, I'm worth a check, I bet you want for me to hit you
 We ain't that close, I bet you wanted me to kiss you
 Outfit sick, I should be walking with a tissue
 Bitch, I'm a dog, but I just broke up out the kennel
 Car paid for, cash, and you riding in a rental
 Diamonds in my dental, crazy in my mental
 Stab you with a pencil if you don't get the memo
 This shit too simple, smoking on indo
 Racks in my pocket, so it made me limp slow
 I just got to the party so I'm gonna sip mo'
 Pockets fat, so you know they won't fold
 She just popped a bean, I ain't talking 'bout a pinto
 If you looking for me, I be everywhere you can't go
 I'm with the shit, good or bad, either way it go
 If you got a problem wit' me, can you let me know?
 I-I-I-I got a lotta issues, I try not to let 'em show
 I got trust issues, don't nobody get too close
 I got dough like a roll, choppa make 'em hit dem folks
 I-I-I-I got a Cali plug, he pull up on me in some locs
 Walking through the airport and I got a Fenty tote
 Riding with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles
 Talk shit, adiós, I need my money vámonos
 I like cheese, no nachos, they like, "where you get those?"
 I touch mo' money than a bitch who work at Wells Fargo
 I got people turning heads everywhere that I go
 Kenny on the beat, so you know the beat fye
 Talking too much, my niggas pull up with that fye
 Five grams to the face, bitch, that's a high five
 You work a nine to five, I make nine bands five times
 Guns like we in the army, hope you roger that
 You tryna get a follow back and I be where the dollars at
 I make mo' money than my old teachers and I'm proud of that
 You thought you was teaching me, well, bitch, I shoulda taught yo' ass
 I hope that they ready for it, life come at you fast
 Whatever you say outcha mouth you gotta stay true to that
 I hopped in a foreign, I might just do the dash
 Rich bitch in the passenger, I hope I don't fucking crash
 I'm with the shit, good or bad, either way it go
 If you got a problem wit me, can you let me know?
 I-I-I-I got a lotta issues, I try not to let 'em show
 I got trust issues, don't nobody get too close
 I got dough like a roll, choppa make 'em hit dem folks
 I-I-I-I got a Cali plug, he pull up on me in some locs
 Walking through the airport and I got a Fenty tote
 Riding with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles
 

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Duration
03:17
Tempo
136 BPM

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