[Intro]
(MIA JAY C)

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Who can I trust? Heard it's a bag on my head
Who can I trust? I might have to whack my mans
Who can I trust? Shit, I can't even trust the fam
I ain't trippin', this the life I'd rather live
Glad we made it outta all that shit we did
My bitch told me, "Bae, just chill and chase a bag"
Bae, I can't 'cause n***as out here want me dead
Can't relax, my conscience tellin' me go spin
Can't go back, shit, I did what I did
Fuck n***as, shit, it is what it is
My young n***as fourteen tryna go and kill

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Made a promise, 'fore I go, go touch a mil'
Can't forget to go buy OG a new crib
I can't wait to tell my n***as they can chill
Even though them n***as still ain't gon' chill
Couldn't kill him, so we let that n***a live
Showed him where it gеt him speakin' on the dead
Milly lockеd up and it's goin' on three years
Shit so fucked up, 'cause he still ain't seen a judge
Ain't seen the hood in a minute, but I still got my gun
Deep down, they'll kill me, but I still show 'em love
Same n***as ain't believe me sayin' they knew I was the one
Losin' all my n***as, that's why I keep takin' all these drugs
I done went through so much pain, now my body feel numb
I done blew through n***as' savings, I been tryna kick the cup
Everybody switchin' sides, it got me like who can I trust?
Same n***as seen me broke as hell and know I came from nothin'
Brodie said, "When that money come, you gotta change up"
'Cause all the n***as who get money, we don't see they face a lot
You don't know the feeling, helping n***as never helped you out
You don't know the feeling, I can't leave the crib without my Glock
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Who can I trust? Heard it's a bag on my head
Who can I trust? I might have to whack my mans
Who can I trust? Shit, I can't even trust the fam
I ain't trippin', this the life I'd rather live
Glad we made it outta all that shit we did
My bitch told me, "Bae, just chill and chase a bag"
Bae, I can't 'cause n***as out here want me dead
Can't relax, my conscience tellin' me go spin
Can't go back, shit, I did what I did
Fuck n***as, shit, it is what it is
My young n***as fourteen tryna go and kill

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
It ain't no love, it ain't no trust, it ain't no loyalty (Nah)
I ain't tryna hear it, you ain't showin' me, I noticed it
I'ma tell you what I know for sure, don't wanna see you crash
I been missin' time from ones who matter, I been chasin' cash (Yeah)
Man, this rappin' shit was plan B, I wanted to get a bag (Was plan B)
Man, I'm twistin' out a Cali P, I couldn't afford a gram (I swear)
Truth be told, you know I been that n***a way before the 'Gram
Let's keep it real, you really don't need these bitches, they ain't gon' hold it down (Fuck 'em)
Motor City, it get crazy, motor loud, bro'll switch a crowd (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You can come and roll your own shit up, you could send it out (Yeah)
N***a think he slick and gettin' over, break the blender out
I just start in that bitch and hit the pedal, now it's spinnin' out
N***as tryna act like they was with me 'cause I'm winnin' now (Nah)
Hood say it's fire, boy, I'm bangin' like an In-N-Out (Ayy)
I'm wide receiver ninety-nine 'cause you know I'm runnin' any route (Any play)
I guess I'm livin' different, it's a stack for all my denim now (Any one)
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Who can I trust? Heard it's a bag on my head
Who can I trust? I might have to whack my mans
Who can I trust? Shit, I can't even trust the fam
I ain't trippin', this the life I'd rather live
Glad we made it outta all that shit we did
My bitch told me, "Bae, just chill and chase a bag"
Bae, I can't 'cause n***as out here want me dead
Can't relax, my conscience tellin' me go spin
Can't go back, shit, I did what I did
Fuck n***as, shit, it is what it is
My young n***as fourteen tryna go and kill