Trust Nothing

[Chorus: Tyson S.T]
Notice I'm leaning out the drop
Black beamer with no top
Still scheming every plot
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go get it nigga
Hoe shit leave it with the ops
Hoes really wanna jock
Never fold never flop
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go figure I got more shit leaning

[Verse: Thato Saul]
Because I’m 012’s biggest shot I exclude the capping
Just cause you from the block don't mean that you bout it you rapping
Subtle differеnces I’m really from the cornеr bracket
Stab wounds dropping blood is my skin cracking or bracking
Niggas claim OG status they passed me to please
Old niggas dragging young niggas its nasty to see
My homie caught a case and his homie wanted no business
I mean that nigga really refused to become his witness
Had me thinking about I don't trust all niggas with me now figured out
If I would start blinking I’m thinking they would rip me down
It had me thinking why they still kick it with my opposition (damn)
Why I gotta come break it down on this composition (damn)
How could I be a member
When y’all got into fights I pulled up every time remember
With that weapon on me feeling the heat kinda September
For all you niggas I would pick the triggers with my temper
But you ride with my enemy
I would not take for granted when it comes to any me
Hope you pull out this seed before you roll with me like any weed (Damn)
The gatekeepers crazy
How you put your trust only in rappers who couldn't phase me
Only trust the G’s that were there when that weapon really grazed me
Belly of the beast crave me I rub shoulders with niggas tryna grave me
I’m waist deep and roll with the punches
Let alone the gear will let you know my wardrobe is clutches
How could I trust niggas
I was down bad thinking to adjust niggas
Street justice ends with some ice and we keep it just niggas
Dont poke us
The industry woke us
Record deal offers put on my table totally bogus
I see Costa in your ways all you vultures who eat and decode us
This jungles like a dome to behold us
I trust niggas from home to dethrone us
My homies drug deal stash went up and missing
Only the homies knew it was hid in the ceiling

[Chorus: Tyson S.T]
Notice I'm leaning out the drop
Black beamer with no top
Still scheming every plot
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go get it nigga
Hoe shit leave it with the ops
Hoes really wanna jock
Never fold never flop
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Fuck with me nigga

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Tyson S.T]
Notice I'm leaning out the drop
Black beamer with no top
Still scheming every plot
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go get it nigga
Hoe shit leave it with the ops
Hoes really wanna jock
Never fold never flop
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Go figure I got more shit leaning
Fuck with me nigga