NAS - Trust lyrics

rate me

Intro:

It’s like a cold story repeated over and over

In the winters of my mind

This shit be real, man

Shit’s crazy out here

Yo Yo, Yo what up y’all?

That’s my niggas over there. Word

[Verse 1: ]

If you scared to take chances, you’ll never have the answers

I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is

Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is

Is he gonna cock it and pop it? His waistband big

But he don’t have that thing in him, slangin’ just ain’t in him

Body language is off, he’s soft

But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin’, frontin’

Cause you fell away. My niggas say the eyes is a giveaway

One look could tell me if you really came to kill me

Be the quiet nigga lookin’, layin’ with the milli

Who dat over there, creepin’? Who homie by the tree?

Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me

Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three

Be a cold day in hell ‘fore they creep on me

It’s a lesson every premonition

Lotta niggas killed ‘cause they wasn’t payin’ attention. Listen

[Hook:]

I want a bitch I can trust

Some niggas I can trust

Accountants lookin’ over my figures I can trust

A lawyer that’s fightin’ for my decisions I can trust

Damn my nigga trust, I can never get enough

A Ruger I can trust, shooters I can trust

Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust

And if I can’t trust you, the fuck is you here for?

Some of you niggas’ true colors becoming clear more

[Verse 2: ]

It’s been so long, can’t remember how we begun this war

This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm, ‘cause guns went off

I see ya moms she still speak, she don’t know I ain’t cool wit her son no more

It’s old shit, see forever we holdin’ this grudge

Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs

We buried our dead, been years

Why should I worry ‘bout him

Constantly watchin’ my back

Plus niggas tellin’ my dread(?)

Another day I put a family in black

Though I be calm and relaxed

Though I know somehow it will come back

Even if I’m in the right, ‘cause still a life is a life

What was it worth to see you covered in dirt?

It’s quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted

Mother’s cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide

Just tattoos of my niggas’ names. I wonder will it change? Let’s ride (?)

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

It’s rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position

A caterpillar can’t relate to what an eagle envisions

From the mind of a man who went at it with killers

Sit down little man, let me school you in hood business

Seen a lotta niggas blow, lotta dreams folded

Some wasn’t humble, ate too much, got bloated

Ain’t too much left to buy, bought it I’m loaded I guess

Lear jets - I ask myself do I need love or success?

They say the artist that truly suffers he suffers the best

‘Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve, pain pistols and sex

Remember spraypaintin’ the word “Fresh” and then staring at it

Older folks angry, pointin’, swearin’ at it

Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Maclaren past it

Same old man from years ago told me life is short

So from infant to geriatric, trust ya own judgment. Live with it and love it

[Hook]