Trust me

Trust me, you don’t want smoke

Trust me, you don’t want to choke

said trust me, this ain’t no joke

Yeah trust me, pull up on your hoe

Said trust me, I don’t miss shots

Yeah trust me, Laser pointer Dots

Said trust me, put you in a box

Yeah trust me, this is my spot

Said trust me, i’ve been hurt a lot

Yeah trust me, smoke a lot of pot

Said trust me, I have a lot of thoughts

Yeah trust me, trust me, trust me

I’ve been hurt a lot in my past

Remember when my car wasn’t fast

Now I live it up it’s a blast

Record it in the studio, its my craft

remember all the people, that just laughed?

Now I live it up, and count my stacks

Got my sticky icky in the sacks

Counting up blue papers, I got racks

Diamonds on my wrist, drop some bands

Spend $1000, on some vans

Give $10,000, to a fan

Going to the top because I can

Going to the top I’m the man

Going to the top that’s the plan