Way Of The Trenches
Yeah it's Drills
Drills
(I reminisce about my homies dying)
I reminisce about how my homies dying
Knowing that God took my brothers at the wrong time
Them niggas dissing we stretch em know I won't tell no lies
So used to sliding when bullet fly I don't check the crime
Stay on jail calls I'm answering for all my guys
Can't trust a bitch that pussy gone have you hypnotized
I lost blood in the trenches yeah I'm traumatized
Seen my homies' mommas cry when they lost they lives
Changed my whole way of thinking it fucked up my mind
I get bucks for all my dead ones I'm on the grind
I don't think bout other niggas they don't be outside
I don't think bout none the opps them niggas be hiding
They said I'm wrong I said I'm tired of sacrificing
Bottled up thoughts and all the demons I've been fighting
My homies died I went to slide
They homies died them niggas cried
It's a part of the trenches
But I got love for the trenches
You only die when you slipping
Playing with Glocks and them switches
They also die over bitches
I heard my homie turned witness
We used to slide and get wicked
I just think about Jmoney and I sit in my feelings
I know I sinned so many times but God gone forgive me
No one to call or fall on when I think that I'm tripping
I keep that Glock under my armpit if you think that I'm slipping
I was throwing perfect bullets I don't see how I missed em
I don't see how I missed em
I reminisce about how my homies dying
Knowing that God took my brothers at the wrong time
Them niggas dissing we stretch em know I won't tell no lies
So used to sliding when bullet fly I don't check the crime
Stay on jail calls I'm answering for all my guys
Can't trust a bitch that pussy gone have you hypnotized
I lost blood in the trenches yeah I'm traumatized
Seen my homies' mommas cry when they lost they lives
I got homies locked up for the shit that I'm doing
Fell in love with holding guns yea I'm young and I'm ruthless
I done lost some day one brothers I ain't stopping the shooting
EBK we been them niggas they tryna get with the movement
(They tryna get with the movement)
(They tryna get with the movement)
(They can't get with the movement)
Drills
(I reminisce about my homies dying)
I reminisce about how my homies dying
Knowing that God took my brothers at the wrong time
Them niggas dissing we stretch em know I won't tell no lies
So used to sliding when bullet fly I don't check the crime
Stay on jail calls I'm answering for all my guys
Can't trust a bitch that pussy gone have you hypnotized
I lost blood in the trenches yeah I'm traumatized
Seen my homies' mommas cry when they lost they lives
Changed my whole way of thinking it fucked up my mind
I get bucks for all my dead ones I'm on the grind
I don't think bout other niggas they don't be outside
I don't think bout none the opps them niggas be hiding
They said I'm wrong I said I'm tired of sacrificing
Bottled up thoughts and all the demons I've been fighting
My homies died I went to slide
They homies died them niggas cried
It's a part of the trenches
But I got love for the trenches
You only die when you slipping
Playing with Glocks and them switches
They also die over bitches
I heard my homie turned witness
We used to slide and get wicked
I just think about Jmoney and I sit in my feelings
I know I sinned so many times but God gone forgive me
No one to call or fall on when I think that I'm tripping
I keep that Glock under my armpit if you think that I'm slipping
I was throwing perfect bullets I don't see how I missed em
I don't see how I missed em
I reminisce about how my homies dying
Knowing that God took my brothers at the wrong time
Them niggas dissing we stretch em know I won't tell no lies
So used to sliding when bullet fly I don't check the crime
Stay on jail calls I'm answering for all my guys
Can't trust a bitch that pussy gone have you hypnotized
I lost blood in the trenches yeah I'm traumatized
Seen my homies' mommas cry when they lost they lives
I got homies locked up for the shit that I'm doing
Fell in love with holding guns yea I'm young and I'm ruthless
I done lost some day one brothers I ain't stopping the shooting
EBK we been them niggas they tryna get with the movement
(They tryna get with the movement)
(They tryna get with the movement)
(They can't get with the movement)
Credits
Writer(s): Damarco Fletcher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.