Trust
Buju Banton
Trust
I don’t trust phones, I don’t, I don’t trust phones
I don’t trust, I don’t trust, I don’t trust phones
Mmmm, I’m telling them
I don’t trust phones, I don’t, I don’t trust phones
I don’t trust, I don’t trust, I don’t trust phones
Some of those rats, you can smell them
Damn! F'ing right!
I don’t trust phones, I don’t own, I don’t like it
Pictures going around, saying Simone, my wifey
A bunch of blurry pics suggesting I’m knifing it
All over Instagram, messing with my psyche
I don’t trust a man who switches for a Nike
Six was his general, now he’s saying it’s Mickey
Can’t trust no man who claims they’re striking
And they’re in videos showing people
They will sell you out, they will sell you out
Your so-called friends, I’m telling you about
They will sell you out, they will sell you out
'Cause a lot of them are real turncoats
So family, be careful who sends voice notes
Watch who you’re linking and what you’re talking about
Don’t send nobody nothing that nobody else wrote
They’re in group chats, that’s how your stuff leaks out
The same ones who gloat when things go down
Stab you in the back and then come take a bow
Saying it was never them, that’s not what they promote
Don’t talk on the phone 'cause a lot of them have remote (they're recording you)
Gaza don was in the same boat
And ghetto life in general is a real cutthroat
You think your friends won’t run their mouths?
Wait till they end up in federal court, you feel me?
I don’t trust phones, I don’t own, I don’t like it
Pictures going around, saying Simone, my wifey
A bunch of blurry pics suggesting I’m knifing it
All over Instagram, messing with my psyche
I don’t trust a man who switches for a Nike
Six was his general, now he’s saying it’s Mickey
Can’t trust no man who claims they’re striking
And they’re in videos showing people
They will sell you out, they will sell you out
Your so-called friends, I’m telling you about
They will sell you out, they will sell you out
'Cause a lot of them are real turncoats
Can’t trust nobody, they’ll let out your secrets
Don’t lend them your stuff, they’ll kill you to keep it
Don’t trust nobody, if you do, don’t speak it
They’re on social media leaking it
So if you meet a girl and you plan to freak it
If you go to her house, make sure you sweep it
Find the cameras, wherever she keeps it
If she goes to the bathroom, make sure you peek (cause)
I don’t trust phones, I don’t own, I don’t like it
Pictures going around, saying Simone, my wifey
A bunch of blurry pics suggesting I’m knifing it
All over Instagram, messing with my psyche
I don’t trust a man who switches for a Nike
Six was his general, now he’s saying it’s Mickey
Can’t trust no man who claims they’re striking
And they’re in videos showing people