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letra de trenches know my name - g herbo

[intro]
southside on the track, yeah
yeah
call them twins, just told me i was in a different bag, man
my mind, my vision clear, on foenem
2020 was my richest year, no bap

[verse]
i can’t stay out in my hood, ’cause my life at risk
we put n-ggas up for good, i don’t like to diss
i been gangsta since forever, i’ma die like this
i got tired of toting berettas and that’s why i’m rich
let my soul bleed
guess they love me ’cause i’m fightin’ demons
i seen bodies dropping every season
i watched people that i love leave me
known k!llers that’ll murder n-ggas for no reason, please believe me
tryin’ take it all easy but this sh-t ain’t easy
i be tryin’ to help ’em eat but all these n-ggas greazy
i ain’t with no f-cking treaties, we ain’t wop and jeezy
i’m between making peace and watching oppas bleeding
long live b weezy, long live breezy
toting pistols like i’m peewee, i saw kobe wheezing
say lil roc was breathing heavily, sh-t stressing me
we was sliding all weekend, catching n-ggas sleeping
pulled on buddy, he ain’t check out but i bet he decent
n-gga blessed i guess, we tried to glue him to the cement
now i’m rocking all this ice, the trenches caught amnesia
that’s a quick history lesson for whoever need it, uh
i be hopping out the whip, i’m still the same n-gga
but my guns more expensive and my chains bigger
trying to find the quickest way for me to make eight figures
figured i don’t gotta save it if it came quicker
n-ggas b-tches, mention my name, they get flamed with it
n-ggas friendly with this fame, n-gga, i ain’t with it
post-traumatic so that sh-t still in my brain
trench baby, so the trenches know my name
never been a lame (ay)
label me a stain, we gon’ dome check ya gang (bop)
ay, .40’s jammed up on us, left them b-tches in the rain (d-mn)
stackin’ hundreds, but like pennies, i won’t never change
won everywhere i played like lebron james
i’m too accustomed to pain, i switched up my lane to f-ck with this fame
i know i talk like a pimp so i bought me some bracelets, i f-cked with some rings
i got some aim and i’m full of anger, know why i’ll f-ck up a range
been a lil’ minute but still ain’t a stranger, pick up that .40 and bang
trenches with k!llers had sense and we still went insane, i bet they remember my name
beat prison systems, my youngin’ ain’t see me in chains, i put my lil’ n-gga in chains
got through adversity, teach him ’bout racism, that ain’t my lil’ n-gga name
know every day i wake that it’s a new level, that’s how i get through the game

- g herbo

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