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niambi j – trenches lyrics

[intro]
drumdummie

[chorus]
givenchy hardly ever on my body and my fit always in check
my hobbies hanging out with the family and i don’t even want a friend
cosmic vibe, cosmonaut astro plane drifts aye (i)
elevated to sp-ce designed to create giacometti
good light from the morning sun
all night we been working uh
grind so in time whatchu wan gon come
bills just paper make paper work
one way to work
finna get loose and find control, mind over matter
that’s gold, no rush
good green for ya health my baby bread is nutritious

[verse 1]
came into sight of the sun feeling immaculate
won’t ever let currency make me
air water fire is the glob concurrent elements
really got heat
loner but isolation causes issues
air and water that’s real life i mentioned i’m gifted
3 of the same my day ones from them trenches…
this is a war survival of the fittest
war in the mind you get it?
enough is never enough, never satisfied from stuff
striving for better than who i was
herbs and a lot of love
obviously obsolete if you ain’t felling us
hard rock but i’m a gem rare and down to earth
not of the earth but i’ma stay down
endure the struggles yet staying persistent
swag really thrifty..

kyah baby [verse 2]
came from the trenches
me and my b—–s
used to be broke, now we gettin’ richer
got me some money stacked it and flipped it
haters could hate it don’t make me no difference
pay em’ no mind, stay off my line
if you not talking ’bout money then what we discussing
you ain’t gettin’ to it that sh-t is disgusting
you broke and you bummy (ew)
i’on really need no designer sh-t
this right here a different kind of drip
how you ain’t making no type of coins
you ain’t even got no common sense
i am not c-cky i’m confident
you are not real you’re counterfeit
all of my shooters anonymous
i do not get into politics
got out the mud on my dog you’d think i was looking for a bone
got into some trouble with the law
used to think that i wasn’t coming home
if you ain’t talking ’bout cash why the h-ll you keep calling my phone
i’m tryina drip in givenchy i’m talking from head to my toe…
(whoa)

- niambi j lyrics

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