COCKAYEDID

You know what it is... Massillon cold, blue tarp dreams... I don’t trust a soul—not a bitch, not a bro, not even blood. Let’s go. Verse 1 Out in the O-H, block hot, still I roll slow Watchin' both sides like the rearview broke Got a blunt in my teeth, burner in the coat Life taught me lessons, trust? Nah, I won’t I done seen homies flip for a half of a G Seen blood steal food off the plate meant for me So I don’t do love, and I damn sure don’t plea Only thing I pray for is a chance to be free Hook (Updated) I don’t run from the past, I run to the bag Tryna take care of my folks, give 'em what they never had Trap jumpin’ hard, still duckin’ them tags Life heavy on my chest, but I’m holdin' that mag Verse 2 Had a bitch ride with me, said she’d die with me 'Til the feds came ‘round and she lied on me Now she gone, locked up, but I’m out on ten Still countin' dirty bills with a devilish grin Can’t clock in, got felonies stacked So I bag up zips, then I front that pack Corner store lunch, blue tarp on my back Tryna flip this rent into five on the stack Ain’t no peace here, just paranoia Phone tapped, I talk less, just deploy ya Middle of the night, I don’t trust the doya Might be a opp, might be a lawyer Hook I don’t run from the past, I run to the bag Tryna take care of my folks, give 'em what they never had Trap jumpin’ hard, still duckin’ them tags Life heavy on my chest, but I’m holdin' that mag Verse 3 I grew up where silence louder than guns Where your day ones switch, and your fam the first to run So I rock solo, keep my circle tight as a drum ‘Cause the snakes wear hoodies now and call you “son” I had cousins rob me, brothers deny me Old heads throw shade, still try to guide me But I ain’t bitter—I’m built from the pain If it ain’t about money, then it ain’t in my lane Cops on my neck, feds tryna decode But I’m out here hustlin’, got survival in my code Don’t trust no preacher, don’t trust no name Ain’t no loyalty unless it bleed the same vein Bridge (Spoken over beat) Don’t trust a bitch, don’t trust a soul Don’t trust your homie, he’ll fold for gold Don’t trust your cousin, don’t trust your blood Only thing real in life is the mud Final Verse (Boss Talk) I'm the type to flip ten out the drought Never post shit, let 'em figure it out They hate the quiet ones, ‘cause we don’t run mouths But we run cities, turn a trap to a house I don’t need no features, I don’t need no clout Just a scale, a safe, and a way to get out But I’m deep in it, ten toes in snow Massillon made me cold, and that’s all I know Outro (Dolph-style) Rest in power to the real ones lost... And if you still breathing, better move like a boss. M-D-R, Roach back at it again...