Trenches
It's some things I gotta live with
Trynna get momma
Out them trenches
I don't wanna see her cry no more
Baby in these streets it ain't never no hope
Needed a hand
And I just got some closed doors
It's some things I gotta live with
Young nigga but I got an old soul
In the 831 young niggas tote poles
Pray all of my loved ones get to grow old
Yeah...
Slidin down the paper trail
Trynna keep my pain concealed
Sippin on a 5th of henny
I ain't into drinkin clear
Remember I was younger
I was watchin momma take them pills
Been round so much fake shit
But you know ya boy
Remaining real
I miss all my niggas
Sittin down I wish
That they would free em
Hold ya head and stay solid
My nigga do not take the deal
I could never change up
On my people
My heart made of steel
Lately I been goin thru it
Cant explain the way I feel
You think you know me?
Then you wrong
You know just what I letcha
I'll give you the shirt up off my back
Out in the coldest weather
My young niggas caught up
In the streets I should've
Showed em better
We gon get this cheddar
We won't let up
We applyin pressure
Yeah
Trynna get momma
Out them trenches
I don't wanna see her cry no more
Baby in these streets it ain't never no hope
Needed a hand
And I just got some closed doors
It's some things I gotta live with
Young nigga but I got an old soul
In the 831 young niggas tote poles
Pray all of my loved ones get to grow old
Yeah...
I'm just trynna make it out this bitch
I came straight from the sandbox
Aint talking bout no cardi B
But bitch I need a fat WAP!!
Momma told me niggas phony
They gon cross me like a catwalk
Tried to tell you niggas corny
They be bangin off they laptops
Longing for better days on my knees
Trynna ask god
Don't wanna see my niggas
Have to put that mask on
We was treating the blacktop
Like a trap spot
Coming home late and then trynna lie
To my grandma
Family is everything over mine get yo ass popped
Trynna put all this pain behind me
Like it's a backdrop
Don't wanna die young
I'm locked and loaded like a padlock
I'm just trynna run up the money
Baby I can't stop
Trynna get momma
Out them trenches
I don't wanna see her cry no more
Baby in these streets it ain't never no hope
Needed a hand
And I just got some closed doors
It's some things I gotta live with
Young nigga but I got an old soul
In the 831 young niggas tote poles
Pray all of my loved ones get to grow old
Yeah yeah
Out them trenches
Ain't no hope
Trynna get momma
Out them trenches
I don't wanna see her cry no more
Baby in these streets it ain't never no hope
Needed a hand
And I just got some closed doors
It's some things I gotta live with
Young nigga but I got an old soul
In the 831 young niggas tote poles
Pray all of my loved ones get to grow old
Yeah...
Slidin down the paper trail
Trynna keep my pain concealed
Sippin on a 5th of henny
I ain't into drinkin clear
Remember I was younger
I was watchin momma take them pills
Been round so much fake shit
But you know ya boy
Remaining real
I miss all my niggas
Sittin down I wish
That they would free em
Hold ya head and stay solid
My nigga do not take the deal
I could never change up
On my people
My heart made of steel
Lately I been goin thru it
Cant explain the way I feel
You think you know me?
Then you wrong
You know just what I letcha
I'll give you the shirt up off my back
Out in the coldest weather
My young niggas caught up
In the streets I should've
Showed em better
We gon get this cheddar
We won't let up
We applyin pressure
Yeah
Trynna get momma
Out them trenches
I don't wanna see her cry no more
Baby in these streets it ain't never no hope
Needed a hand
And I just got some closed doors
It's some things I gotta live with
Young nigga but I got an old soul
In the 831 young niggas tote poles
Pray all of my loved ones get to grow old
Yeah...
I'm just trynna make it out this bitch
I came straight from the sandbox
Aint talking bout no cardi B
But bitch I need a fat WAP!!
Momma told me niggas phony
They gon cross me like a catwalk
Tried to tell you niggas corny
They be bangin off they laptops
Longing for better days on my knees
Trynna ask god
Don't wanna see my niggas
Have to put that mask on
We was treating the blacktop
Like a trap spot
Coming home late and then trynna lie
To my grandma
Family is everything over mine get yo ass popped
Trynna put all this pain behind me
Like it's a backdrop
Don't wanna die young
I'm locked and loaded like a padlock
I'm just trynna run up the money
Baby I can't stop
Trynna get momma
Out them trenches
I don't wanna see her cry no more
Baby in these streets it ain't never no hope
Needed a hand
And I just got some closed doors
It's some things I gotta live with
Young nigga but I got an old soul
In the 831 young niggas tote poles
Pray all of my loved ones get to grow old
Yeah yeah
Out them trenches
Ain't no hope
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Writer(s): Marlon Mcgaugh
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