Cannot Trust A Soul

Oh, ay, oh yea
D Mac on the fucking track
I'm on my own go do what you wanna, oh

New mansion in the hills, with my brothers
I cannot trust a soul, you know I came from the gutter
I gave you everything you need and then you left to another
I'm on my own go do what you wanna, oh
When I leave the house, count green with my g tucked
Make sure I bling, double cup filled with lean
Double C'ed up, a drip king
Bitch can't you see, Lambo speed up
I don't got time for talking, so stop stalking

Two tone rollie and a chain
Bought some diamond brass knuckles, please don't say the wrong thing (wrong thing)
Had to go my own way (own way)
You wasn't moving right, hopped in a 'Rari and switched lanes
Everyday I wake up to a check
Brand new rollie, put some ice up on my neck
Young and wild and reckless they say Smooky got no type respect
I don't give a fuck just don't be playing with the set
Cruising through the city, it's always Margiela when I step
No you can't get close to me, I can't not forget when niggas slept
Swear she be fiending for me, I don't want no parts you my ex
She never ever met a real rich nigga with that bread

New mansion in the hills with my brothers
I cannot trust a soul, you know I came from the gutter
I gave you everything you need and then you left to another
I'm on my own go do what you wanna, oh
When I leave the house count green with my g tucked
Make sure I bling, double cup filled with lean
Double C'ed up, a drip king
Bitch can't you see, Lambo speed up
I don't got time for talking, so stop stalking