Trust Gang 38 Spesh (Ft. Benny the Butcher, Green Double & Klass Murda)

[Intro]
Yeah, trust my word
Trust Gang, nigga
Spesh
Yo, uh, yo

[Verse 1: Klass Murda]
They say don't respect the one that gets shot, respect the nigga that shot him
I respect the nigga that sent him to handle the problem
Ex-bitch said she pregnant by me, now she screamin' child support
Man, this bitch hate me, I feel lit, she 'bout to wild in court
I ain't payin' you shit, just bein' honest
Bitch, I sell dope, what wages they 'bout to garnish?
I do this for the hustlers that get in the zone from us
Every time I re-up I get a new phone number
You ever been in a drought, told the plug you need pounds?
Then he pull up like, "This the only thing I found?"
Open up the bag, everything brown
But you gotta take it, it's the only thing 'round
Big brother caught an attempt, but he still smile
And they gon' give him 18 if he blow trial
Life hard, I'm doin' everything I can, Lord
I ain't evil, I'm just tryna pay my landlord

[Verse 2: Green Double]
Might lie to myself, say I don't need much
I'm fucked up, I'll be good when the P's touch
I got myself in the illest situation
And I never froze, I'm good with those, I never hesitated
See I been cruisin' 'round the city in them foreigns lately
Dealin' with Spesh, T, and Philly got me more angels
Get a Rollie on my arm, Cuban on my neck
Foreign for a car, hundred thousand for a check
If a nigga gotta ride, then I'm sendin' clips
If not I'm with TCI poppin' big shit
Spending benjis on pennies with Benny
Act silly, get them semis, call up Nitty, huh
Call up Wire, that's the hit-up, let him fly out
Then the pass, go to class, then we divin' 'cross the pylon
TCF, Trust Gang, yeah, that's who they got they eye on
It's our year, y'all wack, fuck bygones bein' bygones, trust