Ryda - Can't trust lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Big Lean] I can't trust you Cause you ain't trustworthy Imma real Parma n***a Ya heard me n***as acting like They dare for you Other half's acting Like they care for you They wanna learn me So they can hurt me I've seen good n***as Get dealt with dirty If you need me I'll be there sure Cause i been there I said it [?] [Verse 1: Sick] Is you down for me Cause i'm down for you Would you lie for me Cause i would lie for you And would you shoot for me Cause i would shoot for you Or would you stab me in the back n***a tell the truth Or would you snake me Cause the OG told you to Or would you f** my main b**h If she wanted to And if i gotta ask this question Then it's f** you And if i gotta ask this question Then it's f** you I don't even doubt him Smile in my face That fake love From a triad He's lucky i don't stab him n***a up in his spot but the p**y up for ransom General turned boss my younger bro a captain just freed up what the f** now he back in Back on the block with the Gen there no macking Si sectah da degrees beeble action Si sectah da dagrees beeble action yeahh [Hook] [Verse 2 : Pewe] Been here for years Best believe, i ain't leavin' They looking at me Like i gotta have a better reason (i ain't gotta go!) Well i'm breathin, eatin They think i'm goin' throw away My motherf**'n freedom I look at my own dukes And don't even know What to tell her Except you gotta be progressive In this new era Then she say be k**ed for not clever Then i say i know then she say whatever Walking down this alley way thinking when will it be for me to get put in a coffin Eyes closed to hear people say RIP Who really knows not you so please don't tell me sh** no matter what you say I still won't be the one to get convinced In and out the trap so much I'm used to the f**ing stench And its heeping out that's the only way I'm making sense only way hahhh the only way im making sense in my head?????? . . {editing in progress} [Hook] [Verse 3: Ryda] (badder badder) The life in the battlefield The life of the sin The life of the watching life of a Crip (Crip) Life real grinding lose and you win The world will try knock you down like a snuff to your chin My gun blow like my b**h way over like the wind I don't care no more my hearts cold like the bin These n***as try and plead but all I do is grin I'm tryna get rich for my hood they tryna show me how to live But what can i do there is no f**s I give My dad up and left i been wit my mom since Tough lessons that we learn disrespect your getting rinsed Keep up to the black whippin blast through the tints Step back to the spot put your hands on the piss I'm tryna get rich but these dudes ain't sh** Ya the boss mans trap the grand slam of the list bout the paper by any means any way i have to get it we the beast Don't Get Close [Hook/Outro]