Never Trust lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]
Let Me Out
Dawg… Let Me Out
Black what up?
Let’s Go Fools

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Whatever rapper think he the best he the copy
Need to see me, I run the city you need a block
Whoever your shooter is
Should know who the shakers and movers is
Know where the dealers and jewellers is
Hand on the gat, that’s such a medula kid
The good, the bad, the ugly
When Vince made buggy eyes
Homicides occur whenever the money rise
You don’t want your brains on the sunny side
Eggs sinking, legs crushed
I ain't never rapped, never said much (never said sh*t)
n*ggas fed up in the fed clutch
n*ggas on the run in the dress or they dread up
I know the pain well cause I come from it (I knew the pain)
A n*gga catch a body then he run from it
Loading up the clip you hollow tip for dumb dummy
That’s if you out there like that
You never let a n*gga say “I’ll be right back”
[Chorus: Styles P]
Shooters, Hustlers, Private customers
You ain’t bout that life then don’t f*ck with us
You about that mob then get in touch with us
But we ain’t God so don’t trust in us

[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]
The only thing I f*cking trust is just my word and my nuts
Maybe my words, my nuts be on they sh*t when they bust
That’s all I got though
Trust no man, woman or gato
pus*y got the power to turn the n*gga to fossils
All you dimes out f*cking these whores getting sores
Getting divorced cause shorty came to your door
Poor decision, forced admission, lost with your flawless wisdom
You ain't listen, causes a four collission
That’s the truth n*gga
Bet your crew would be aloof
Quicker than mute [?]
If other dudes would pull triggers
And that’s sad, high fives and a back stab
When you need a n*gga he gone like a bad dad
f*ck custody, trust is just a false luxury
Sleep with one eye open long enough you do it comfortably
It’s all about developing habits
Watch you watch your own back before you fall in the casket
[Chorus: Styles P]
Shooters, Hustlers, Private customers
You ain’t bout that life then don’t f*ck with us
You about that mob then get in touch with us
But we ain’t God so don’t trust in us

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I’m an animal but I’m civilised
I’m sophisticated but n*ggarised
It’s the fly sh*t that I visualise
That make a n*gga ride, till a n*gga die
So it’s all for the green
Or the dream in the nightmare or the nightmare in the dream
I don’t go to sleep so ya’ll don’t know what I mean
You can look where I’m looking but ya’ll don’t know what I’ve seen

[Chorus: Styles P]
Shooters, Hustlers, Private customers
You ain’t bout that life then don’t f*ck with us
You about that mob then get in touch with us
But we ain’t God so don’t trust in us