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kappin hg - trench baby lyrics

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young and dumb but i can’t be forgotten

uppin this tool and i’m clutching this rocket

14, i was juggin and robbin

takin drugs, that’s my only option

no tom brady, i’m up outta pocket

sellin drugs tryna make me a profit

you not hard, you jus better stop it

clutching this glock, i might just pop it
cop a new fit, and i jus might rock it

fumble the bag, i’m never gone drop it

hop out the bentley, u better go lock it

but i’m just straight up out the trenches

metal to his face, send his ass to the dentist

up on my own, i’m so independent
(independent)

just go ahead and check my attendance

happened as kids, i’m still seeking some vengeance

stupid sh+t, i don’t want no attention
(at all)

feeling like i’m just trapped in detention
(trapped)

seen so much, i’m full of suspicion
glock 19 and it came wit extensions

n+gga switched up, he actin so different
(fake)

n+gga wan kil me, we won’t even mention

f+ck that, i’m a real trench baby

chasin bread, makin money moves daily

thinkin sh+t sweet, don’t even try play me

i’m an animal, u can’t even tame me

all this pain, u can’t even blame me

opp n+ggas, they jus tryna slay me

for a feature, you jus gotta pay me

but late night, u know that i cried
thinkin i just was dead inside

never met em, my grandpa died

takin drugs, they just leavin me fried

n+gga wan k!ll me, ain’t no surprise

feelin pain, i’m facin demise

hiding feelings just like a disguise

i see black jus like the night skies

wipe all of the tears, right up from my eyes

i’m tryna win and get to the prize

b+tch i’m up, i’m ahead of my time

don’t wanna live where the sun don’t shine

hol on, wait, u gotta peep my design

i’m goin crazy, i’m losing my mind

chasin the money, i stick to the grind

(hol on bruh, change the flow)

young and dumb but i can’t be forgotten

uppin this tool and i’m clutching this rocket

14, i was juggin and robbin

takin drugs, that’s my only option

no tom brady, i’m up outta pocket

sellin drugs tryna make me a profit

you not hard, you jus better stop it

clutching this glock, i might just pop it

cop a new fit, and i jus might rock it

fumble the bag, i’m never gone drop it

hop out the bentley, u better go lock it

as a youngin, i was jus facing drama

me and my n+ggas was slidin in hondas

clutching a tool, i was clutching a llama

lemme take time, thank my grandfather

i’m tryna win, and count me some commas

six years old, i was tucked in pajama

grinding hard, tryna make it for momma

- kappin hg lyrics

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