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trust issues - albee al lyrics

was dead broke, now i’m ballin’ like an athlete
trust issues, gotta watch who sittin’ back with me
feds watchin’, know it’s over if they capture me
they grab my dawg and let him go, like why they let him leave
i got it on me fully loaded, opps after me i’m like mahomes out the pocket, showin’ accuracy
winter time, birds dancin’, no happy feet i miss meech, you know that’s the other half of me

i’m still in pain so it’s times that i still cry
i talk to god, don’t think he hear me but i still try
i know one day we’ll be together, it’s what i realizе
until then we at war, you know we still slidе look, p*ssy, you could run, these bullets still catch you
and anybody get it, ain’t n0body special and this glock hold thirty in case you tryna wrestle
and when you focus on the bread that’s when they want test you
mobbin’ with the goblins, out here tryna find ’em
who your favorite rapper? where he at?
man, i will rob him

swear on bro these n***** p*ssy, you could read ’em and tell
you hungry? rob me, i start feedin’ you sh*lls
n***** hatin’ like albee ain’t the hardest n**** out
f*ck rap, i send my youngins go and bombing at ya house
dales ave, you out*of*towners don’t know what’s that about
when it come to gun play, you know my hood got the count
b*tch, i gotta get it on my knees, i’m committed
‘member i was down, i heard rumors i was finished
argue wit’ my b*tch, got the neighbors in our business
that’s how it is in the burbs, man, you gotta be easy on ’em
like who he is, he play sports?
i remember it was n0body there for me at court
when the judge throwin’ letters, ain’t n0body playin’ horse
fast forward, now i’m puttin’ tinted windows on the porsche
it was times i was winnin’ still feelin’ like i ost
’cause i got some fallen angels, they be caught up in my thoughts
and it’s crazy how my hood rather hate me than support
but i ain’t goin’ back and forth, money talks

and i’m with the spanish b*tch with the fat ass named vanessa
yeah, i just met her, i ain’t find a b*tch
wetter
told me she in college so i f*ck her all semester
nasty, she eat the whole d*ck if i let her haters tryna catch up but i won’t let them catch up
pedal to the metal in a ‘rari, i won’t let up go ahead, put that vest up, i’m aiming from the neck up
question me about some cold cases, i won’t fess up
was dead broke, now i’m ballin’ like an athlete
trust issues, gotta watch who sittin’ back with me
feds watchin’, know it’s over if they capture me
they grab my dawg and let him go, like why they let him leave
i got it on me fully loaded, opps after me i’m like mahomes out the pocket, showin’ accuracy
winter time, birds dancin’, no happy feet i miss meech, you know that’s the other half of me
every day june 30th

- albee al lyrics

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