Derek Elijah - P3 (feat. Dawg Its Dom) Lyrics

I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust these hoes
I don't trust
Yeah, this industry in shambles
Thanos dust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust these hoes
I don't trust
This music ain't the same
I'mma do what I must
Why these bitches praying on my downfall
Too many haters in my mentions
It's an all out war
They growing eager and impatient
What's the response
I don't got all of the answers
Ain't no magic eight ball, yuh
Sit back
Watch me run these laps on this f*cking track
I ain't got all of the equipment, but I still know how to rap
Matter of fact
Man, it's how you handle whats been given to you
This industry's a joke
Watch me prove it to you
They done killed this hard shit
Now I'm finna bring it back
I'm just trying to make a couple stacks
Make it out the trap
Put some cheese up on my plate
Charcuterie
It's time to school these motherf*ckers
Take them back to tutoring
I started talking bout my depression
Writing down my obsessions
Letting out my thoughts and confessions
Nobody hearing the message
Too busy giving attention
To whack ass rappers that mention
"Oh I'm a gangsta, I'm a G"
Shut the f*ck up
Class is in session
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust these hoes
I don't trust
Yeah, this industry in shambles
Thanos dust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust, I don't trust
I don't trust these hoes
I don't trust
This music ain't the same
I'mma do what I must
I don't trust, I don't trust
Shit, none of these niggas
Beat the f*ck up out your frame if you don't get the picture
Stacking bucks is a must
I'm bout to stunt on these niggas
Roll a hater in a Dutch
Cuz we don't smoke on Swishers
Throwed in the game
F*ck a lame
Corle got the juice like a pitcher
I'm the one, not the two, dude
No Derek Fisher
Can't f*ck with your partner either
I knew he was rolling with you
They quick to turn and kick ya back in
Lil boy on bishop
Back to the juice
I'm off the leash, I'm gettin' loose
F*ck with the clique, you losing a tooth
I'm throwing these mits
Big Baby Ruth
I was depressed, stressed, full of regret
Had to hit that button and reset
I know I'mma get the last laugh
Real rap, no flip flop
Revenge is on my mind
I feel like Oswald Cobblepot
I'm bout to teach em' a lesson
Foot on they neck, doggie still pressing
French, Italian, ranch
That's how I'm dressing
(Lets go)
(Ya nigga know I keep that motherf*cking shit on)
(I keep a motherf*cking fit on)
(A doggie mean so I keep that grit on)
(Type shit, I just be talking)
(Man, f*ck these niggas, you already know what's going on)
(Out out out)