Trust in You - Jay Critch

Turn me up Josh

Boy you a fool for this one

Hey

Wasn’t there for me when I took a loss

Damn

Hey

They don’t care till they start to see you ball (see you ball)

You wasn’t there for me when I took a loss (when I took a loss)

I ain’t trippin' I’m just mad I put my trust in you (trust in you)

You my nigga it’s just sad that I can’t fuck with you (fuck with you)

I put my brothers in position we got bucks to lose

Spend time putting work in

I gotta fill up the whole bank

Gotta thank god for the blessings

I pray my family don’t change

They throwing shots they got no aim

Hop in that Bentley get road rage

I’m running off with the whole pack and I’m tryna get rid of the whole thing

Came in peace but we stay strapped please don’t bring us back to our old ways

When you grind hard and make racks and they ain’t a part they gonna throw shade

Whole time you was working for it and them niggas ain’t make no plays

Whole time they was fronting on me till I got the bag but it’s okay

Shooter ran down no mask but there’s no face and there’s no case

Leave him with a toe tag we tryna leave him DOA

I know niggas still getting bags off the TDs always

You don’t wanna do that niggas know the whole gang hold weight

Pussy nigga move back I can never fold up no way

I got in a new bag, I ain’t getting no sleep no breaks

You ain’t got it too bad you don’t hustle so you don’t get paid

They gon talk when you popping

Too much racks gotta walk it out but they never talking no profits

So what them niggas really talkin' about

They never cared till you flexing

Then they wanna get involved

I dropped a big bag on the necklace soon as I turned to a boss

They don’t care 'till they start to see you ball (see you ball)

You wasn’t there for me when I took a loss (when I took a loss)

I ain’t trippin' I’m just mad I put my trust in you (trust in you)

You my nigga it’s just sad that I can’t fuck with you (fuck with you)

I put my brothers in position we got bucks to lose

Spend time putting work in

I gotta fill up the whole bank

Gotta thank god for the blessings

I pray my family don’t change

They throwing shots they got no aim

Hop in that Bentley get road rage