Jay Critch - Trust in You lyrics

[Intro] (Turn me up, Josh) (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Hayyy Wasn't there for me when I took a loss Hey, ayy [Chorus] They don't care till they start to see you ball You wasn't there for me when I took a loss I ain't tripping, I'm just mad I put my trust in you You my ni**a, it's just sad that I can't fu*k 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 throwin' shots, they got no aim Hop in the Bentley, get road rage [Verse 1] I'm running off with the whole pack and I'm trying to get rid of the whole thing Came in peace but we stay strapped Pleasе don't bring us back to our old ways When you grind hard to make racks And ain't apart they gonna throw shadе Whole time you was working for them And them ni**as ain't make no plays Whole time they was frontin' on me, till I got the bag But it's okay Shoot it ran down no match but it's No face and there's no case Leave him with a toe tag We trying to leave him D O 8 I know ni**as still mad getting off the TD O 8 You don't wanna do that ni**as know the whole gang hold weight Pussy ni**a move back I can never fold up no way I got in the 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 poppin Too much racks gotta walk it out but They never talking no profit So what them ni**as really talking about They never care till you flexin' Then they wanna get involved I drop a big bag on my necklace Soon as I turn to a boss [Chorus] They don't care till they start to see you ball You wasn't there for me when I took a loss I ain't tripping, I'm just mad I put my trust in you You my ni**a, it's just sad that I can't fu*k 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 throwin' shots, they got no aim Hop in the Bentley, get road rage [Verse 2] Then they watching my pockets so when I'm talking money got me speaking in Code names Raising hell Tore a acl Now my ni**as ain't playing no games He acting like he a big dog but the ni**a was really a no name Double cup and I'm ready for liftoff I was off of the purple like so plain Don't get my broddie all pissed off Start hitting stripes like the bowl lanes And a real ni**a told me you step in the streets You better look both ways Got a baddie and she trying eat And she bought her friend now she going both ways Ima get on jet overseas and run it up trying to Fill up the whole plane and my brody be Throwing up Cs You see the threes Then you know that's the whole gang Friends don't mean nothing to me cause i Got brothers and i know that they won't change ni**as ain't talking no cheese They just hating cause they ain't getting no change My shooter riding for free If its smoke they ain't gonna fill up the whole tank [Chorus] They don't care till they start to see you ball You wasn't there for me when I took a loss I ain't tripping, I'm just mad I put my trust in you You my ni**a, it's just sad that I can't fu*k 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 throwin' shots, they got no aim Hop in the Bentley, get road rage