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leteveon - trenches lyrics

d+mn, cro gon heat it up
(uh) close the door out on them
i dont+ i don’t want n0body in the studio when i record you know that sh+t
speak from the heart, speak from the soul
everywhere i go (ya feel me)
homeless, i ain’t have nothing at all
trenches, that sh+t had made me a boss
tinted, windows don’t see me at all
snitches, n+ggas be talking to law
i need balenci i’m copping it all
it be your n+ggas who want you to fall
acting, they don’t wanna see me at all
gassing, reason we knocking em off
we don’t be talking at at all, they ain’t believe me i said i could ball
he went to prison i’m talking to god, how i’m supposed to be there for my boy
mmm mmm, this some serious sh+t, fubu i had a hole in my kicks
i told her you love me don’t spit, told her you safe in the car got a stick
uh uh
you n+ggas is b+tch, how you his n+gga you f+ckin’ his b+tch
i put like 21 thousand the wrist, threw on a bezel i’m popping my sh+t
you know that my name in them bricks, who got the city more litty than this
i got money ain’t ain’t posting no pics, your sh+t was rented i thought you was rich
i don’t go out without fire, it’s n+ggas who want me to die (dead)
it’s n+ggas who say they my side, but really they ain’t on my side
b+tch i ain’t afraid to die, them bullets you scared to fire em
where i’m from you couldn’t survive, live by the code we ain’t telling no lie
i don’t like talking bout it, it’s things rather just take to the grave
and i don’t like being round’ you broke n+ggas yall don’t wanna see me get paid
heard that my n+gga died off of pills ever since then i done changed
if it’s about drama imma bring the llama you can see the look on my face
homeless, i ain’t have nothing at all
trenches, that sh+t had made me a boss
tinted, windows don’t see me at all
snitches, n+ggas be talking to law
i need balenci i’m copping it all
it be your n+ggas who want you to fall
acting, they don’t wanna see me at all
gassing, reason we knocking em off
we don’t be talking at at all, they ain’t believe me i said i could ball
he went to prison i’m talking to god, how i’m supposed to be there for my boy?
mmm mmm, this some serious sh+t, fubu i had a hole in my kicks
i told her you love me don’t spit, told her you safe in the car got a stick

- leteveon lyrics

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