[Intro: 38 Spesh]
Huh
We done survived real wars out here, man
R.I.P. to all my motherfuckin' enemies and their little brothers, huh
We’ll finish this shit in Hell, man
Straight like that, but right now, uh

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]
I’m living harder, my business in order
I’m hated by many but thankful for the love that I get from my daughter
It was harder, now we’re living smarter
Give us quarters, I’mma turn your living quarters to a brick and mortar
See I started off pitching water
In front of my aunt crib, now the shit that I smoke is an engine starter
I ran shit you never been in charge of
You nevеr been a part of million-dollar meetings with two business partners
We was kids, wе had missing fathers
Now it’s Coupes with missing roofs and facial recognition starters
Told Mama I’mma make it out
And I made a route selling cocaine right out my neighbor’s house
My kitchen crowded, took the table out
Nowhere to sit, so many pounds on the floor, I could’ve made a couch
Ask around, all the gangsters vouch
On the low, they see me grow from shoeboxes to bank accounts
We make deposits and don’t take it out
‘Cause we don’t need it, that’s just-in-case money that we don’t think about
Trust
[Verse 2]
Ayo
Now I'm a hustler, hardcore lyricist
But these snitches beating cases without making court appearances, huh
My dearest friends gotta feel his bids
Was in a box so damn long, that he don't know what year it is
My bitch talk about marriages
Now that's a dream, that's sewed on the head like a generic wig
Got silencers on a pair of SIGs
There it is, when the pistol starts snorin' sound like you hearing pigs
I love life, he don't cherish his
If his tone vulgar, the body gets thrown over the nearest bridge
For as jail, we was there as kids
I fell out with relatives, they was the reason cops knew where I hid, huh
My plug know where I live, he know my wiz
My friends, my kids' house and my parents' crib
I got a hustler heritage
And if I add one point to the square it'll be a pyramid
Trust