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jettlifejoel - myself lyrics

[intro]
can i trust on this road?
can i trust, can i trust?
can i trust, can i trust?
who can i trust on this road?
genesis

[chorus]
who can i trust on this road when i’m by myself?
i been runnin’ up these bands to the top of the shelf
shawty sayin’ that she love me but she by herself
b+tch i’m by myself, b+tch we by ourselves
who can i trust on this road when i’m by myself?
i been runnin’ up these bands to the top of the shelf
shawty sayin’ that she love me but she by herself
b+tch i’m by myself, b+tch we by ourselves

[verse]
who can i trust on this road when it gets cold? (cold)
a n+gga goin’ through it, i’m just pourin’ out my soul (my soul)
i told you you my brother while i’m pourin’ up this four (pour it up)
i’m just prayin’ up to god, i don’t see this sh+t no more (no more)
a lot of n+ggas in thеse streets, they don’t like mе (they don’t like me)
so we gon’ run up this check like a nike (like a nike)
and we be totin’ on the sticks, you can’t fight me (nah, nah)
a n+gga well known, b+tch i’m high+key (b+tch i’m known)
and i’ve been ridin’ with the gang, i hope you know that
brother point yo’ face, aimin’ at you, you get blown back (boom, boom)
‘posed to be my brother but you lied so we hold that
feelin’ tunnel vision like a n+gga name was kodak (was kodak)
and you don’t know about this pain i be feelin’ (feelin’)
smokin’ on blue cook’s, that’s the only thing that’s healin’
when we get these bands, we gon’ stack it to the ceiling (stack it up)
call my brother jay, comin’ at you, b+tch we k!llin’ (b+tch we k!llin’)
high as f+ck while i’m writin’ on this, late night (high as f+ck)
broke as f+ck, but a n+gga got his cake right (got his cake)
and if you down for the ride, better sit tight (sit tight)
lost my brother rich, now he see lights (he gone)
n+ggas shootin’ sticks, we dyin’ too young
how you claimin’ you my brother?, we finsessin’ yo’ plug (finesse)
iced out on the cubans, but we flexin’ to sl+ts (flex)
comin’ at you with this forty, b+tch we shootin’, you duck (b+tch you duck)
[pre+chorus]
late nights, countin’ bands, i’m still lonely (i’m still lonely)
n+ggas speakin’ down, so i keep it on me (keep it on me)
n+ggas claimin’ that they real, but they phony (but they phony)
and you supposed to be my brother, you my homie (you my homie)
who can i trust when i’m posted up alone? (can i trust?)
who can i trust when n0body on the phone? (can i trust?)
n+ggas try to copy jett but they clones (but they clones)
a n+gga lost tryna find my way back home (back home)

- jettlifejoel lyrics

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