Lot Better
When I walk through the trenches I feel a lot better
Gallery Dept. shirt and sweater
When I walk through the trenches I feel a lot better
Gallery Dept. shirt and sweater
Baby AK
Shit light as a feather
Me and my brother be stepping together
You thought I was sweet
But shit went left
Been through hell and back
You don't know what I felt
You ain't copping a bird
You can't come in here
I could double the price
And it's still gone sell
I'm popping my shit
You don't know what I'm on
I made two bands on my phone
Pack in the mail
And now it's gone
12 gone read you them rights
When you wrong
Still be flexing
When I'm all alone
Slimey and shady
But you already know it
I'm dropping them pins
I ain't talking bowling
Punching them pins
My credit card stolen
I look at my wrist like
Holy moly
When I walk through the trenches I feel a lot better
Gallery Dept. shirt and sweater
Baby AK
Shit light as a feather
Me and my brother be stepping together
You thought I was sweet
But shit went left
Been through hell and back
You don't know what I felt
You ain't copping a bird
You can't come in here
I could double the price
And it's still gone sell
Gallery Dept. shirt and sweater
When I walk through the trenches I feel a lot better
Gallery Dept. shirt and sweater
Baby AK
Shit light as a feather
Me and my brother be stepping together
You thought I was sweet
But shit went left
Been through hell and back
You don't know what I felt
You ain't copping a bird
You can't come in here
I could double the price
And it's still gone sell
I'm popping my shit
You don't know what I'm on
I made two bands on my phone
Pack in the mail
And now it's gone
12 gone read you them rights
When you wrong
Still be flexing
When I'm all alone
Slimey and shady
But you already know it
I'm dropping them pins
I ain't talking bowling
Punching them pins
My credit card stolen
I look at my wrist like
Holy moly
When I walk through the trenches I feel a lot better
Gallery Dept. shirt and sweater
Baby AK
Shit light as a feather
Me and my brother be stepping together
You thought I was sweet
But shit went left
Been through hell and back
You don't know what I felt
You ain't copping a bird
You can't come in here
I could double the price
And it's still gone sell
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Writer(s): Zeldon Wills
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