Tim Terner - Trust Issues lyrics

Trust Issues - Tim Terner Verse 1 [Tim Terner] This that out the window rapping, savage Running sh** like Justin Blackmon Snapping like a slam poet, slam poets in open I'm Fullly loaded, opponents noticed my moment, so I'm dealing with these hoes who'd s** and blow for a photo.. Please I guess this means I might be on to something On that "do me so f** you I'm not afraid of nothing" Not 21 but I'm drinking until the sun up And somebody please tell Mike Stud to shut the f** up I'm k**ing off the weak sh** that's been stacking up Frat rappers hate the kid, but I ain't ever backing up I'm spitting something worth a listen Broke without a pot to piss in 04 pistons my division Tryna make a living The closer I get the harder I go Working for a brand new crib w brand new hoes I Never know where my mind goes Do this with my eyes closed Rapping with a blindfold The center of the light show My night is over but I still ain't' sleep Put in work for my haters cause I they creep See these people talk a lot, but it's nothing they speaking All I know is t 2014 and I'm eating Verse 2 [Tim Terner] So this the part where I get real right? (Right?) Say some sh** the people feel right? (Right?) Well no ones around to listen It's just me and frank and seedless who gaining all this attention man we bout to hit the beach, splurge and get up on our tanning, while we waiting for you rappers to practice and get your tracks up Cause competitions weak, we running through the streets It's the boss in super Mario these other guys are Peach, Yoshi, Daisy, Luigi, even Toad, state to state I'm on the road, can see my ex without her clothes She be blowing up my phone just come and see the crib Get her over, get her naked, bend her over then I dip Sega genesis, emphasis, man Ya'll see my plan with this? I could start a band with this, maybe a couple grand for this Bout to Atlantic records maybe, smoke then Interscope, baby See me popping off boy this sh** is crazy Hit my ladies house, pipe until I wear it out, then drive her to the mall buy her shoes and have her wear em out I think I thought I had a thought i thought I'd think differently You only got yourself, you're people ain't what they all seem to be Even your f**ing friends, quick to cut dividends Some homies claim they with you then they fail to show the evidence The world is full snakes, weasels, cut out all you breaks, evil Watch your car crash, swivel off and watch them speak peaceful This sh** is something out a horror movie My sh** is out in London touring, with some foreign groupies See this the only thing I care about And I ain't' gunna stop until I'm selling out the paramount It's been a couple years already this far This just the beginning, I'm gazing out past the stars Riding with some luggage but who isn't? Got skeletons in my closet trying on my fitted's Tryna stop the kid from winnings like tryna stop sinning Or tryna stop thinking, tryna stop a clocks ticking It ain't' a locker box written, this some shock-a-drop spitting, never top my knocks, lowkey, drive slow homie Because People always hate you until they love you Let people think they all standing up above you Until you pull the carpet out, under the feet, watch them hit the floor Watch them notice that you working, like you open 24 Watch the looks on their faces change, faster than a speeding plane Then they try and give you fame, fame.. All that sh** is just a broken game Tim Terner, b**h you know my name That's just how it goes down -----