[Intro: ad-lib]
“If Rome ain’t on it, what is it?”

[Intro: 38 Spesh]
I tell a n***a straight up thinking you better wake up and go to sleep thinking ‘bout the same shit, n***a
You better wake up to get it and go to sleep with it, n***a
We don’t play no games, we play for keeps
Young, rich n***as that’s happy to be alive, n***a
Trust Come First, straight like that, n***a
We’re out here taking risks, n***a
Everyday, we take risks, n***a
Young risk takers, n***a
We don’t play no games, we play for keeps
Bow your head, say your grace and eat, young man
The world is yours
Trust
Hit me out though
Ayo
Ayo

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]
Let’s take it back, 14, I was on probation
Focused on the corner pacing, so impatient
Before I served the smokers, make sure I know their faces
They call me nephew, I call them unc, but we’re no relation
Motivated, going places
You ever drove the motherload on the road and had open cases?
I thank God I ain’t incarcerated
Now I don’t see the moves when they get made, I just orchestrate it
Told the bitch I like your coordination
The way your body move, we can probably get rich from fornication
Move my family to four locations
All down south, it’s Georgia and Florida plates on my spaceships
You switch sides when it’s altercations
I ran with the same team my whole career, I’m Walter Payton
Talk to strangers, wasn’t often able
You got to understand a boss’ language to sit across the table
Trust
[Hook: Benny the Butcher]
These n***as playing, but we play for keeps
Money on the floor, look like I’m raking leaves
Real n***a, so you know your secret safe with me
Uh huh, we bow our heads, we say grace and eat
Got to watch these n***as, got to watch your paper
Got to watch these bitches, try to spot these haters
I need a couple hundred bands in my safe at least
Yeah, we bow our heads, we say grace and eat

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
A stash box in the Honda Civic
A lot of spending, I should be the mascot for the diamond district
Knowledge given from time in prison
They fed us lies as children and expect us to live an honest living
Now I’m sitting in my favorite foreign
Can’t recall a day that’s boring, staying in places you pay to tour in
But that money ain’t important
What’s important is my man did ten and his bitch waited for him
You’re ‘round n***as that was never for you
If you was with me when I ain’t have nothing, then I’m forever loyal
I’m still suffering from paranoia
It will never stop, just changed my locks and got a better lawyer
I bow my head, say my grace and eat
Count my bread then I play my plug then I shake the streets
I need a couple mills sitting in my safe at least
I play with keys and keep drums like I’m making beats
Trust
[Hook: Benny the Butcher]
These n***as playing, but we play for keeps
Money on the floor, look like I’m raking leaves
Real n***a, so you know your secret safe with me
Uh huh, we bow our heads, we say grace and eat
Got to watch these n***as, got to watch your paper
Got to watch these bitches, try to spot these haters
I need a couple hundred bands in my safe at least
Yeah, we bow our heads, we say grace and eat