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afrikan hippy - plan b (trenches) lyrics

[intro]
this is upper echelon music

[chorus: 1400tkay]
stuck up in the trenches, yeah thats how we livin
cold nights arms chillin, staring at the ceiling
expensive pain, takin risks up thru the rain
tryna turn it champagne, yeah my heart healing
rollin with my guys, we done beat the odds
beat it at opps, run from cops
and this sh+t ain’t gone stop
we tryna make it to the top
and i know all my guys gon’ rock
ima give it all that i got
give it all that i got
[verse: matt lansky]
forget the sh+t they said to me, lovers still turn to enemies
had to make a plan cos these n+ggas planning on deading me
crazy i got family that wanna see me in cemetery
really breaks my heart that my realness just ain’t hereditary
running from the bullies, i’m running off from the feds
i ain’t ever stopping, the police be in the rear
tryna block my conscience, these voices be in my head
mummy said you make it, you better lie on that bed
i took a trip and i’ll be back by tomorrow
the pack just landed and it punch like apollo
man i’m just tryna make the best of what i know
i told my brothers, i gon’ lead if you follow
spinning then we spinning back
posted where the villains at
baby cousin needed clothes, all this white ain’t cerelac
found out that my ex girl for the streets i had to give her back
kinda breaks my heart they’re no more loyal than fiends
said we gonna get it and that’s by any means
send my n+gga credit but we still never speak
gotta cut him first if you can tell that he green
pray to jesus christ so i don’t know bout a deen
b22’s with these dior jeans
i can tell you ain’t real by your e+y+es
praying up to god while i’m in the t
it weren’t plan a that i sell class b
[chorus: 1400tkay]
stuck up in the trenches, yeah thats how we livin
cold nights arms chillin, staring at the ceiling
expensive pain, takin risks up thru the rain
tryna turn it champagne, yeah my heart healing
rollin with my guys, we done beat the odds
beat it at opps, run from cops
and this sh+t ain’t gone stop
we tryna make it to the top
and i know all my guys gon’ rock
ima give it all that i got
stuck up in the trenches, yeah thats how we livin
cold nights arms chillin, staring at the ceiling
expensive pain, takin risks up thru the rain
tryna turn it champagne, yeah my heart healing
rollin with my guys, we done beat the odds
beat it at opps, run from cops
and this sh+t ain’t gone stop
we tryna make it to the top
and i know all my guys gon’ rock
ima give it all that i got
give it all that i got

- afrikan hippy lyrics

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