Ransom, 38 Spesh, Klass Murda - Toll Booth lyrics

Uh, Trust
Yeah, it's gon' be a good year, nigga
I ain't done with you motherfuckers
Nah'm sayin'? Ride trust, let's go
Huh, let's, let's, let's go

I'm riding with my gun again
I don't want a friend
I want a clip I can fit a hundred in
Oh shit, look what I done again
I was smuggling, they rap 'bout bricks
I really brung 'em in
Nigga, you let them undercovers in
Y'all was bubbling 'til you told on each
Other and gave your brother ten
That why I never show that love again
It's because of them
These niggas'll turn they own mother in
Huh, my man fought the government
And blew trial for some crack and
Got 20 years of punishment
The laws changed, now we loving it
He'll be home soon, but still lost time
Pray he recover it
He probably never sell a drug again
He made a promise
I made a promise not to rob my plug again
'Cause, nigga, I ain't with the struggling
Got crack in one hand and rap
In the other, fuck it, i'm juggling

This a secret part of
The covenant I'm covering
Pyrex jar where the coke's bubbling in
The room where the oven's in
So, when I smile it's a subtle grin
Things I could do without is another friend
I ain't with the rebuttaling
Here goes the plays, bring the huddle in
The rock, run it back to
Me, they can't cover him
They gotta double him
All this praise I'm getting is humbling
Remember when these rappers started mumbling
Now the game done with them
How you even discover them? It's troubling
Before the hunger pains
You feel rumbling then you start stumbling
Blood in your heart pumping in
Whatever vehicle I'm dumping in
It's off to the dump with them
His mom's in the trunk with him
Need a duffle to put something in
Wanna hustle? You need consignment?
Just come to him fuck with them
I'm lethal weapon and Danny Glover grim
Come again? I got the duffle
Mask and gloves again

The mistakes that I made in the game
Got my name from the pain nigga
And it made me better
We gon' bang, we gon' bang, hit your brain
For the gang, know you lame, nigga
'cause I'm with whatever
Never change on the gang, I'm remaining
The same through the rain
I'm with my niggas forever
Mary Jane, cocaine, dope slang
Everything get exchanged
We gon' get money forever