Trench Babies
Yea, OVX shit, yea
Yea, uh
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
I remember, remember, remember
All them days we was stuck in the trenches
We did so much in these streets
We just dropped to our knees and ask God to forgive us
Niggas act like they want it with me
Really don't want no beef
Man these niggas pretending
Steady toting them Glocks, you run up catch a shot
We send yo ass up to Heaven
I thank God for my BM
Sometimes we be tweaking but she really gave me a blessing
No pot to piss in, bills look ridiculous
Everyday I was just stressing
Not saying I don't believe God
I'm just wondering why all my dawgs up in Heaven
While I'm sitting down here tryna hold back these tears
For my dawgs man you know that I miss em
I was in my bag, tryna get a bag
Cause' I remember days when I was on my ass
I was feeding niggas giving them my last, huh yea
Niggas turn they backs, all this shit is facts
I don't hold no grudges, put in the past
Once you switch up on me ain't no coming back, uh
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
I been in my bag, tryna get a bag
Cause' I remember days when I was on my ass
I was feeding niggas giving them my last, huh yea
Niggas turn they backs, all this shit is facts
I don't hold no grudges, put in the past
Once you switch up on me ain't no coming back, uh
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Yea, uh
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
I remember, remember, remember
All them days we was stuck in the trenches
We did so much in these streets
We just dropped to our knees and ask God to forgive us
Niggas act like they want it with me
Really don't want no beef
Man these niggas pretending
Steady toting them Glocks, you run up catch a shot
We send yo ass up to Heaven
I thank God for my BM
Sometimes we be tweaking but she really gave me a blessing
No pot to piss in, bills look ridiculous
Everyday I was just stressing
Not saying I don't believe God
I'm just wondering why all my dawgs up in Heaven
While I'm sitting down here tryna hold back these tears
For my dawgs man you know that I miss em
I was in my bag, tryna get a bag
Cause' I remember days when I was on my ass
I was feeding niggas giving them my last, huh yea
Niggas turn they backs, all this shit is facts
I don't hold no grudges, put in the past
Once you switch up on me ain't no coming back, uh
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
I been in my bag, tryna get a bag
Cause' I remember days when I was on my ass
I was feeding niggas giving them my last, huh yea
Niggas turn they backs, all this shit is facts
I don't hold no grudges, put in the past
Once you switch up on me ain't no coming back, uh
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Remember when we used to play ball
In the front yard or the alley way with the milk crate
I remember we was sitting in that cell
And we couldn't pay our bail
Made me wanna get my straight
Remember we was dead broke
Posted in front of the store
Tryna make a lil' money off a mixtape
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Now a young nigga up in my bag
Credits
Writer(s): Kvng Staxx
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