letra de “talk of the trenches” - kno dagger
[intro]
yeah, b-tch
haha, you know what it is
talk of the trenches, ho
can’t fake pain, can’t fake war, f-ck you talkin’ ‘bout
yeah
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m the talk of the trenches, got blood on my jeans
got a glock by the dresser, and a beam on the thing
whole hood f-cked up, b-tch, that’s what it mean
when you grow up broke, you don’t trust no dream
f-ck them n-ggas that flipped, they soft as cream
i done seen real k!llers go broke for lean
ain’t sh-t sweet, b-tch, f-ck your team
if you ain’t bleed with me, don’t step on scene
[verse 1]
yeah, i was broke with a nine and a plan
prayed to god, but he ain’t lend a hand
b-tch, i was starvin’, robbin’ for grams
now my wrist cold, froze like fans
still got pain in my chest, no lie
seen my dawg die, didn’t even cry
just lit up a blunt, stared at the sky
said, “f-ck peace, i’m ridin’ ‘til i die”
ops online, b-tch, talk that noise
pull up quick, we don’t play with toys
whole block hot, full of f-ckin’ decoys
but i still move sl!ck, paranoid with poise
b-tch, i’m scarred, that’s fact, not flex
loyalty tested, failed that test
i don’t do fake love, f-ck your text
i’m too deep in the game, no rest
[bridge]
i done lost too many, b-tch, this sh-t got old
heart too black, can’t turn no gold
every day i wake, i feel that cold
ain’t no trust, b-tch, that’s how it goes
my brother in the cell, his mama still prayin’
i’m out here wild, b-tch, i’m still playin’
whole hood know how the f-ck i’m layin’
one wrong move, b-tch, i start sprayin’
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m the talk of the trenches, got blood on my jeans
got a glock by the dresser, and a beam on the thing
whole hood f-cked up, b-tch, that’s what it mean
when you grow up broke, you don’t trust no dream
f-ck them n-ggas that flipped, they soft as cream
i done seen real k!llers go broke for lean
ain’t sh-t sweet, b-tch, f-ck your team
if you ain’t bleed with me, don’t step on scene
[verse 2]
f-ck that love, b-tch, i seen too much
ain’t no help, it’s just drugs and dust
b-tch, i came from that block with trust
turned cold hearts into smoke and rust
i don’t do cap, i don’t need no fame
whole city know i earned my name
blood on the curb, that’s part of the game
still stay solid, never switch lanes
b-tch, i talk pain ‘cause i live that sh-t
no cap rap, i spit that sh-t
whole lotta loss, can’t fix that sh-t
so i load that clip and spin that sh-t
f-ck that judge, f-ck that court
b-tch, we slide, no remorse
all my dawgs, we stay on course
from the dirt, b-tch, this the source
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m the talk of the trenches, got blood on my jeans
got a glock by the dresser, and a beam on the thing
whole hood f-cked up, b-tch, that’s what it mean
when you grow up broke, you don’t trust no dream
f-ck them n-ggas that flipped, they soft as cream
i done seen real k!llers go broke for lean
ain’t sh-t sweet, b-tch, f-ck your team
if you ain’t bleed with me, don’t step on scene
[outro]
yeah, b-tch
kno dagger, ho
still standin’ on that block, same sh-t
talk of the trenches, forever
ain’t no peace in war, p-ssy
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