King 5iv3 - Trust Fund Baby Lyrics

Yeah, you know, where I come from it ain't no such thing as a trust fund, baby
You gotta get that shit the f*ck up out the mud
You either get the f*ck up out the ghetto on your own
Or you stay stuck in that bitch forever trying to get it

I'll tell you one thing, that ain't me
I was on the run for the money, hope I don't f*ck it up
Cop a couple keys from Poppy, hoping to run it up
Shoot that shit straight to Aki, bout to cut it up

Serve that shit straight to the fiends and make them double dutch
I was on my Wu-Tang cream, but I ain't have enough
Oh well, keep on dreaming and keep bagging up
I'ma keep chasing this money until my cash is up

I can see good damn well just why they mad at us
Just read my my horoscope there's some better things in store
Just stay hungry, young nigga, and keep wanting more
Manifestation and bring in all of the haters

And drain all of your patience and take away from your greatness
I'ma need to let y'all think about that for a minute
Okay, that's long enough
Let's go

Back to the paper chase, oh that pussy nigga fake
That's what all my haters say, but I can care less these days Audemar Baguette the face, f*ck around and catch a case
F*cking with these f*ck niggas, get the f*ck up out my face

On the road to riches, I burned a couple of bridges
Being overdriven to truly f*ck up your vision
I was trying to get it, man, who the f*ck am I kidding
Back and forth on the interstate, call it bad mitten
I got that bad tripping, starting to act different
But it don't make no difference, I'm so on my ass wit it
Having a blast wit it, you niggas mad ignorant
Thinking that I'm a lose, you really must be a fool

And I say that to say this
You niggas mad and pissed cause I'm doing my shit
Don't be mad pussy nigga, catch up

Oh lord, shoot him, don't shoot him, I'm about to f*ck him up

Fourth quarter R.I.P. Kobe, I'm coming in clutch
Ah nigga, f*ck it, I'ma just throw up the bucket
Even when it's nothing, I turn the play into something
Seven rings like Brady nigga, I'm trying to run it up

Leave it to a hater to state it like I ain't done enough
I don't f*ck with bitches who jaded, they can't come with us
I do a pussy nigga like paper and leave him crumbled up
Oh now you humbled up, cause I up the double pump

Them shotgun shells, I make a pussy nigga double jump
I skipped a couple levels, flow hotter than a devil's lungs
Got pussy niggas killing themselves, go get a shovel punk
Yeah, I get high

Yeah, I get high