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peysoh - trenches lyrics

[chorus]
grew up in the trenches
homicides and robberies
wasn’t good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
didn’t have a choice
i was sick of all this poverty
so ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[verse 1]
so ima poke a window i ain’t tryna go broke
before i struggle for a meal i’m probably up in a home
n+ggas brag when they help so i’ll do it alone
i never got to be a kid i was forced to have grown
i hate the struggle n+gga
but that sh+t made me colder
see my pops get k!lled f+ck me up as i got older
everyday a new battle i got demons on my shoulders
they telling me to k!ll for every single fallen soldier
plus there’s voices in my head
and all them n+ggas fell the same
they like f+ck this rap sh+t go make them n+ggas fell your pain
stop writing all these songs
hit the opps and bust a brain
plus the angel on my shoulder and he begging me to change
but f+ck that
i’m tryna wipe they mind like the men and black
if we don’t see em out we hold position
then we spinning back
never been on defense f+ck the opps we on full attack
and f+ck a peace treaty
dumb n+gga we ain’t into that
[chorus]
cause b+tch i’m from the trenches
homicides and robberies
wasn’t good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
didn’t have a choice
i was sick of all this poverty
so ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

b+tch i’m from the trenches
homicides and robberies
wasn’t good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
didn’t have a choice
i was sick of all this poverty
so ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[verse 2]
until i see we gon be straight i’ll do whatever it takes
i’ll rest when a n+gga dead i ain’t taking no breaks
why you f+cking with them suckas?
baby we first place
i always knew one day i’ll make it out of this place
and what prodigy say?
only the fittest survive
i been through h+ll and came back
i’m just glad i’m alive
aye ma look i’m on stage i think we gon be alright
ima make it for it all including all them nights
aye look i’m destined for greatness so i got shooters that’ll blast for me
your shooter tried that n+gga died you put your last homie
i swear i came a long way
remember riding in the back seat
we hit them n+ggas block they get to running like a track meet
40 poppin
sh+lls flying boy you better duck
this time i swear you f+cked up boy you outta luck
bouncing out with army weapons left that p+ssy n+gga stuck
i would chill cause i got fans but i really don’t give a f+ck
[chorus]
cause b+tch i’m from the trenches
homicides and robberies
wasn’t good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
didn’t have a choice
i was sick of all this poverty
so ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

- peysoh lyrics

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