Chorus x 2] Trust nobody, no way, no how, never Trust nobody, no shit, homie, don?t you ever Trust nobody, no way, no how, never Trust nobody, trust nobody
lack will put you in a jail Believe I can and I will Set these rhymes to sail But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill I stare off in the
watchin' me, studyin' B-O-N-E The hustle is really in me, so money we makin' plenty 'Bout the skills and the bills, still collectin' for the thrill So ill
get the best of me Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me Till my brain gets clouded by the memory Your bills keep adding up to be alone you prefer Bill
of lack will put you in a jail Believe I can and I will Set these rhymes to sail But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill I stare off in
and never make new friends Commit your sins, confess on your own time kid Never think that you too nice to do a fuckin' bid Don't nobody but you wanna
can you trust I know I trust my dogs all each and everyone And then when the gang comes ill be chillin in the sun While your chillin in the sun ill be
ya whistles, yeah (You can't fuck wit me, nigga) Feel it (The fuck wrong wit you?) I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill' Drop mo' platinum, to fo' mo' bills
hood but the slugs keep commin' Keep chasin' the buck but the buck keep runnin' I don't trust nobody, I don't love nobody I don't fuck with nobody but
will tell if I crash between her God forgive me I?m torn because I?m an angel With a crass demeanor [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] For whom the bell
Trust my judgement, I make bitches lie to there husbands At my crib on the cell phone crying they love them Nobodys fault, its all good as long as nobodys
Cause ain?t nothing getting rid of the stain The hills are dark, the hills are cold, girl They?re soaked in blood, they?re draped in pain (Ill Bill)
disturbance from the light I deal with dirt and yet I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to reveal it's perfect And words I wield with purpose, and yet nobody
* Sss, you can't fuck wit me, nigga Feel it Fuck wrong wit you? [Verse 3] I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills You