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2-hye – climbing out the trenches lyrics

they said listen to the radio and stay up to date
i told them find me one main stay that’s still got weight
and i ain’t talking about these dummies that these kids imitate
’cause my homemade flavor will sh-t on that minute made
hip-hop went corporate so it can’t discriminate
these r-t-rded motherf-ckers who want to partic-p-te
but it don’t aggrivate me as much as you want to hate
the way i seperate from your phoniness at the gate
i stay positive, even though sometimes i feel the opposite
emotions in a sh-ll couldn’t tell or even offer it
drama starts, drama ends, use common sense
you bring the proper ends, i’ll show you proper friends
why waste time crying yourself a puddle
when the world we live in ain’t the kind you can cuddle
whatever though, i don’t need a sp-ce shuttle
to see the bright light at the end of the tunnel, (’cause i’m…)

i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches and i’m headed to the top. (to the top, hey!)
i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches and i’m headed to the top. (to the top!)

i’ve been so strong for so long
so your so wrong for saying the hope’s gone
even though i smoke bongs and get offered to poke thongs
i took it to the next level like the way i wrote songs
keep my lyrics out your mouth unless you say it with me
show me some real f-cking love and quit playing with me
the first day i slapped a snitch was the day it hit me
to never ever be some b-tch that gets paid in pity
if you’re not my mom, if you’re not my dad
and if you’re not god, then you can do your math
you better close your mouth, before you wish you had
before my boy designed your burial on autocad
f-cking with me, you’re f-cking with me? get out!
you smell fishier than your girl’s legs you spread out
i’ll take your head out before you head out

barbecue your body, crack beers and pull the bread out. (anoush!)

i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches and i’m
headed to the top. (to the top, hey!)
i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches, (yeah!)
i’m climbing out the trenches and i’m headed to the top. (to the top!)

street lyrics drive me free spirit
i let them hear it and then i make an appearance, like
take the money cuz making it is a hobby
lyrically couldn’t rob me, so slow and sloppy
beat you like khadafi, appetizing my posse
you’re f-cking finger food on a dinner table across me
i heard a little something from mister bill cosby
f-ck words for the wise, stupid needs a copy
so here you go, eat it like a cheerio
you’ve been inferior to worldy material
i’m here to carry you with a naval carrier
and if you die on me i’ma dig a hole and bury you
and this is for the grinders
my got to have it finders
my trustworthy cosigners
always backed up with the troops behind us

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