Uh, Trust Gang, huh?
RJ Payne in this motherfucker
38, what's goodie? (What's happenin'?)
Che Noir (huh), BSF Gang, huh?
GXFR, check this shit out
Look, Lost Boys, but I was never Peter Pan
Joey Crack, my cocaine is Joey Pelligrino tan
Lucifer in the flesh, hold hell in either hand
Fred Flintstone chopper, tell Dino Boy to dance
I wage war when I'm paid more
Word to Che Noir, this the cancer, the Stage 4
Bitch, I had the waves since my days in Bay Shore
12-shot gauge, kickback got my leg sore
This Payne, nigga, this how the trust work
I told Spesh I'll kill a rat before a pound a loud in a Trust shirt
They told me talk second and bust first
You in the club busting bottles, I'll bust your head 'til the blood burst
MC with the hammer, shit is extra legit (uh)
Could have murdered a twenty-four, but I kept it a diss (look)
Infrared on the desert eagle, don't expect it to miss
And don't call my fuckin' phone if it's less than a brick
It's Payne
Yo, I'm not a flashy type of chick, I'm too rugged to date a rapper
Or these bum-ass niggas that y'all bitches be chasing after
Dropped Thriller, uh-huh, I ain't making it safe for rappers
Filled up the shoes and used my shoelaces to hang a rapper
Y'all let a female rapper come and change up the rules
From the School of Hard Knocks, yeah, my grades was the proof
Real life is just something they can't explain in a school
I had to mature off the pain, that's something age couldn't do
It's a message in my raps that connect to the people
You know the ones from the hood with pissy beds and needles
Or the ones on the corners tryings to stretch some kilos
Toss bricks at the fiends like Craig did Debo
What the fuck these rappers famous for? It can't be the music
Got a team full of soldiers and they can't be recruited
I heard sleep was the cousin of death, don't sleep on me
This pistol gon' turn this bitch into a family reunion, facts
Huh, I'd like to welcome y'all, to the year 1994
Huh, you know, back when lyrics mattered
Ya nah'm sayin'?
Huh, we coming to put an end to all that bullshit
Y'all niggas better step y'all motherfuckin' bars up
Nah mean? Trust, huh, huh, yeah
