CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Trenches
(Pipe that sh*t up, TnT)
(Wa**amWop)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, Hey Lilkdubb)
Blood start to risin', you can see it
On my name, it’s gon' go down if I ain’t there
She can't protect him, God get her baby from out there
It’s a party on the block, we let off shots if they lit there
But this a story of a child who caught up in the streets
He prefer the murder gang, so you won’t find 'em weak
His boss man be the murda mayne, but shawty slide for cheap
He gone take these hollows for a name, he can’t come off me
N***a what you hollerin', we resided, posted up right now
Smokin' like a Rasta, totin' on choppas, tryna blow ya mind
Locked up in that cell, you ain’t have my back, you ain’t have to do no time
They [?] from the back, came home to racks, tried to be on my side
I ain’t finna waste my time, b*t*h, you ain’t finna break my heart
I been droppin' dimes from the start, ain’t stoppin' now
You a never get me caught
Put a shield over me, resist the sword, I’ma God owned child
I bet they need support, the way my head on now
Straight up out the trenches, screamin' “F**k the critics”
Father and a sister
He ain’t have no choice to get it, but he on right now
He another victim, drugs all in his system , he been duckin' prison
Payin' to get the back end of the rhymes
Blood start to risin', you can see it
On my name, it’s gon' go down if I ain’t there
She can't protect him, God get her baby from out there
It’s a party on the block, we let off shots if they lit there
But this a story of a child who caught up in the streets
He prefer the murder gang, so you won’t find 'em weak
His boss man be the murda mayne, but shawty slide for cheap
He gone take these hollows for a name, he can’t come off me
(Wa**amWop)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, Hey Lilkdubb)
Blood start to risin', you can see it
On my name, it’s gon' go down if I ain’t there
She can't protect him, God get her baby from out there
It’s a party on the block, we let off shots if they lit there
But this a story of a child who caught up in the streets
He prefer the murder gang, so you won’t find 'em weak
His boss man be the murda mayne, but shawty slide for cheap
He gone take these hollows for a name, he can’t come off me
N***a what you hollerin', we resided, posted up right now
Smokin' like a Rasta, totin' on choppas, tryna blow ya mind
Locked up in that cell, you ain’t have my back, you ain’t have to do no time
They [?] from the back, came home to racks, tried to be on my side
I ain’t finna waste my time, b*t*h, you ain’t finna break my heart
I been droppin' dimes from the start, ain’t stoppin' now
You a never get me caught
Put a shield over me, resist the sword, I’ma God owned child
I bet they need support, the way my head on now
Straight up out the trenches, screamin' “F**k the critics”
Father and a sister
He ain’t have no choice to get it, but he on right now
He another victim, drugs all in his system , he been duckin' prison
Payin' to get the back end of the rhymes
Blood start to risin', you can see it
On my name, it’s gon' go down if I ain’t there
She can't protect him, God get her baby from out there
It’s a party on the block, we let off shots if they lit there
But this a story of a child who caught up in the streets
He prefer the murder gang, so you won’t find 'em weak
His boss man be the murda mayne, but shawty slide for cheap
He gone take these hollows for a name, he can’t come off me
