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trust ! - neevah lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
and “you’re with me tonight,” take one
there will come a time in your life
when you will ask yourself a series of questions
“am i happy with who i am?”
(am i happy with who i am?)
“am i happy with the people around me?”
(am i happy with the people around me?)
“am i happy with what i am doing?”
(am i happy with what i am doing?)
“am i happy with the way my life is going?”
(am i happy with the way my life is going?)
“do i have a life?”
(do i have a life?)
“or am i just living?”
(or am i just living?)
do not let these questions restrain or trouble you
just point yourself in the direction of your dreams
find your strength in the sound and makе your transition
(ease your trouble)
huh, huh, huh (will i die?)
huh, huh, huh, huh

[verse 1]
all of my music is mission: impossiblе
i made these normies believe in a vet (yeah)
crackers be thinkin’ these lines are deplorable
they just be mad ’cause i aim for they neck, wait
(ease your trouble)
mad ’cause i aim for they—
they just be mad that i still get respect
even when i got my foot on they—, wait, bars
feel like i’m raidin’ they room
crackers be yellin’ out, “mtv next” (woo)
rip up a deal, settled for less
you can tell craig i doubled it back (uh)
doubled it, doubled it, doubled it back (ease your trouble)
nah, what? uh (make your transition)
working is hard, it’s easy to hate
scr*pin’ the plate, i get it
but homie, i can’t relate
these off*ass beats got me blue in the face
r.i.p. doom, through the villain i’m raised
givin’ these beats to p*ssy and cases only
(ease your trouble)
[interlude]
haga tu transición
huh, huh, huh, uh

[verse 2]
you not gon’ rattle this n*gga
young peg in the clutch turn to damian lillard
i made it out poverty richer
you heard one of my songs and got triggered
we ain’t got the same type of issues (ease your trouble)
the text green, are you jealous or mental?
so unoriginal, you gon’ have to awkwafina the accent if you want to trend
all of my hate come from weak*ass men
with they weak*ass hoes and they woke*ass friends
i come with the truth, i make ’em go b*tch
i’m baitin’ these incels to meet with the clipse (ease your trouble)
dirty

[outro]
make your transition (ow)
make your trans—
there will be people who say you can’t
there will be people who will say
“you don’t mix this with that”
and you will say, “watch me” (watch—)
(ease your trouble)
(ease your trouble)
(ease your trouble)
nada más que júntate en la dirección de tus sueños
encuentra fuerza en el sonido
[part ii]

[intro]
woah, i wan’ rub it, baby
i wan’ rub it, baby, i wan’ rub it, uh
i wan’ rub it, baby, i wan’ rub it, baby
i wan’ rub it, baby, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes

[verse 1]
i’m alone, i’m at my best
talkin’ that sh*t, come take my breath
fake thugs with they fantasy sets
they always bury the best (uh)
my success k!llin’ all of my exes
stay on guard when i move through text (let’s go)
tell me why you hate me (huh)
you ain’t makin’ no profit
somebody can’t get to the bag (da—, d*mn, d*mn), sad (shh)
what is you doin’, boo?
how is you tryna make it with no talent or cash? (for real)
2020, n*ggas out here with no clue, no plan, and no mask
d*mn

[pre*chorus]
i went from nothin’ to sl*ttin’, it wasn’t easy, babe
shout*out my babes and my husbands, i love y’all equally
every mornin’ i body shame, i can’t stand my face
[chorus]
at the end of the day, i know yo’ b*tch*ass ain’t gon’ fade
can’t let these n*ggas talk to me, no f*ckin’ way*ay
it’s so sad to me, these boys so make*believe
shout*out my refugees, my fans, my family

[verse 2]
it’s so tragic, baby, who provided for you?
you ain’t got nothin’ for me, crop that b*tch out my story, woah
who the best? (shh)
took a reduction and made a mess (yeah)
key ingredient was sudafed
i’ll let you b*tch n*ggas do the rest
i love my baby like trump loves putin, in the deepest way (yeah)
my babies barely scratched the surface, there’s a deeper state (yeah)
even though you tried to give me top when i was not awake (huh?)
i know that n*gga ain’t in the ground, but he still dead to me

[pre*chorus]
she’s still obsessed with me, it’s real
there’s no need to fill a void when your past ain’t fake
shout*out my b*tch, husbands, y’all get hit equally
mama told me, “shoot for the stars,” so i aimed that way

[chorus]
at the end of the day, i know yo’ b*tch*ass ain’t gon’ fade
can’t let these n*ggas talk to me, no f*ckin’ way*ay
it’s so sad to me, these boys so make*believe
shout*out my refugees, my fans, my family

[bridge]
i’m way, i’m*i’m way too real for this sh*t
you n*ggas gotta get censored
see, n*ggas gotta get censored ’cause i’ll f*ck around and ruin a n*gga life
(you know i’m ready) p*ss’, all of ya

[pre*chorus]
you know i’m ready, y’all make me nauseous (yeah, yeah)
i’m really black out here and y’all just performin’
n0body wants you and you can’t absorb it
i think they’re scared of me, my b*tch is so gorgeous (ah*ah)

[chorus]
at the end of the day, i know your b*tch*ass ain’t gon’ fade (yeah)
can’t let these n*ggas talk to me, no f*ckin’ way*ay (yeah)
it’s so sad to me (for real), these boys so make*believe (oh yeah)
shoutout my refugees (let’s go), my fans, my family (shh), huh

[outro]
nasty, real nasty

[part iii]

[intro]
you think you know me?
hm
hm

[verse 1]
downtown shawty, poke your ass out
i only set n*ggas up, i don’t back down
black m’s rollin’ ’round with that k out
every time i look down, i’m clean
yeah, got it on me
big gat’, bail bonds and wrist slap
lets see you n*ggas try to doge all this new tech

[chorus]
buck, buck, buck, buck
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch like i’m back from the war (ayy)
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, like i’m goin’ on tour
f*cked in the head, at my best, i want gore
in the ocean like nemo, those sharks hit the floor
we can’t relate, b*tch, i was poor
empty the safe, money on floor (ding)

[verse 2]
all of my songs a diss (facts)
i might just ghostwrite a hit
they know that’s money well*spent, yeah, yeah (you fixed your p*ssy?)
hol’ up, f*ck, n*gga did, huh, with what?
you gon’ keep pushin’ your luck
if i aim for your head, better hope that you duck

[chorus]
buck, brr, buck, buck, buck
f*ckin’ that b*tch like i’m back from the war (yeah)
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch like i’m back from the tour (uh)
f*ck on me, baby, you know i’m a wh0re
i pistol*whip ’em so he know that it’s war
i ain’t even have to show up in court
droppin’ the case, got her droppin’ her jaw, sh*t

[instrumental break]

[chorus]
buck, brr
f*ckin’ that b*tch like i’m goin’ to war
f*ckin’ that b*tch like i’m back from the tour (haha)
—uck on me, baby, you know that he borin’
i feel like a.i., ain’t no win, i’m just scorin’, huh
i can afford it (yeah)
in the ocean like dory, these sharks get ’em sorted, nasty

[part iv]

[intro]
you think you know me
i won’t even fib
uh

[verse 1]
these hoes is connivin’ (woah), i won’t even try them (woah)
i won’t even lie, i’m lookin’ good
i won’t even fib, i’m feelin’ nice
i’m lookin’ good today, i bought a new suit
i’m ’bout to go to work (okay) and praise god (what else?)
i feel like celebratin’, i ain’t been f*cked up
yeah, i been f*cked over, still goin’ hard (still goin’ hard)
i feel like celebratin’, okay, i’m f*cked up
yeah, i’ve been f*cked over, still feelin’ nice (still get it in)

[chorus]
everything’s great (everything’s great)
everything’s cool (everything’s cool)
everything’s perfect (everything’s perfect)
everything’s good (everything’s good)
everything’s kosher (everything’s kosher, baby)

[post*chorus]
(haha, ha*ha*ha)
i can’t believe that sh*t (cannot), i don’t believe that b*tch (no way)
i don’t believe these n*ggas, bruh, they be lyin’

[verse 2]
these hoes is connivin’, i won’t even try to (uh*huh)
i won’t even lie (uh*huh), i’m lookin’ good
i won’t even fib, i’m feelin’ nice (facts)
these hoes is conniv— (woah), i won’t even try to (woah)
i won’t even lie (ayy), i’m lookin’ good
i won’t even fib, i’m feelin’ nice, uh

[instrumental break]

[verse 3]
uh
these hoes is connivin’ (woah), i won’t even try to (woah)
even if i did, i won’t put it in no rhyming (uh*huh)
i ain’t chasin’ plaques, i ain’t even runnin’ (nope)
baby, i’m a soldier, i get medals when i’m gunnin’ (boom, boom, boom)
they lookin’ like, “peggy, let’s see some receipts”
everything i say i do gon’ get did
i don’t talk trash (nah), i don’t say nothin’ (nah)
i just speak facts (facts), n*ggas be bluffin’ (yup)
i won’t even lie, i’m lookin’ good
i won’t even fib, i’m feelin’ nice
trust

- neevah lyrics

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