

Prompt / Lyrics
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
Tags
rap, trap, hip hop
2:42
No
7/5/2025