Corrección Letra Trenches Know My Name par G Herbo

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Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Call them twins, just told me I was in a different bag, man
My mind, my vision clear, on foenem
2020 was my richest year, no bap

I can't stay out in my hood, 'cause my life at risk
We put n***as up for good, I don't like to diss
I been gangsta since forever, I'ma die like this
I got tired of toting berettas and that's why I'm rich
Let my soul bleed
Guess they love me 'cause I'm fightin' demons
I seen bodies dropping every season
I watched people that I love leave me
Known killers that'll murder n***as for no reason, please believe me
Tryin' take it all easy but this sh*t ain't easy
I be tryin' to help 'em eat but all these n***as greazy
I ain't with no f**king treaties, we ain't Wop and Jeezy
I'm between making peace and watching oppas bleeding
Long live B Weezy, long live Breezy
Toting pistols like I'm Peewee, I saw Kobe wheezing
Say Lil Roc was breathing heavily, sh*t stressing me
We was sliding all weekend, catching n***as sleeping
Pulled on buddy, he ain't check out but I bet he decent
n***a blessed I guess, we tried to glue him to the cement
Now I'm rocking all this ice, the trenches caught amnesia
That's a quick history lesson for whoever need it, uh
I be hopping out the whip, I'm still the same n***a
But my guns more expensive and my chains bigger
Trying to find the quickest way for me to make eight figures
Figured I don't gotta save it if it came quicker
n***as b*t*hes, mention my name, they get flamed with it
n***as friendly with this fame, n***a, I ain't with it
Post-traumatic so that sh*t still in my brain
Trench baby, so the trenches know my name
Never been a lame (Ay)
Label me a stain, we gon' dome check ya gang (Bop)
Ay, .40's jammed up on us, left them b*t*hes in the rain (Damn)
Stackin' hundreds, but like pennies, I won't never change
Won everywhere I played like LeBron James
I'm too accustomed to pain, I switched up my lane to f**k with this fame
I know I talk like a pimp so I bought me some bracelets, I f**ked with some rings
I got some aim and I'm full of anger, know why I'll f**k up a range
Been a lil' minute but still ain't a stranger, pick up that .40 and bang
Trenches with killers had sense and we still went insane, I bet they remember my name
Beat prison systems, my youngin' ain't see me in chains, I put my lil' n***a in chains
Got through adversity, teach him 'bout racism, that ain't my lil' n***a name
Know every day I wake that it's a new level, that's how I get through the game

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