TRENCHEZ
DOLLAWATER
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La-di-da-di-da-da-da La-di-da-di-da-da-da Yeah, Bokey, what it is? Yo, G-Ville, what it is? Yo, Tallanasty, what it is? Yo, Duval, what it is? Yo, Pinch Gut, what it is? Yo, Opa Locka, what it is? DOLLAWATER in this Look, I remember [bleep] On the corner slangin' water, yeah Serve a juug Pepsi when he ordered coca-cola, yeah Smoking California, 32s of that corona, yeah In my white tee, wood tips & Arizonas, yeah On my 21st, my mama loaned me a Toyota yeah Made it half an hour before them boys pulled me over Skrrting on the shoulder, somewhere in Osceola Trunk full of some hol'up and a baggy of that y-y-y-yoda, yeah I was just another skinny nigga tryna find some weight If it went south, grandmama house the hideaway It's a dicey game, niggaz die for chainz, cuz our minds enslaved, It's the price we pay 'til we see a higher place They say life a [scream], every single night we heard her cry We just tryna live, but the last to shoot, first to die Cold water under bridges so we keep that furnace high Steady diggin' in them trenchez 'til the well start runnin' dry, nigga Aye, aye Livin' everyday tired, tired of livin' Black faces whippin' white in the kitchen Cotton pickin', we just diggin' in the trenchez Pockets laced with presidents, pursue your riches Black faces whippin' white in the kitchen Cotton pickin', we just diggin' in the trenchez I remember mama making visits to the coroner Coming home late, cryin' to the point she throw in' up Krippy in a blunt, bloodshoted in the cornea Hit a couple bumps, but she never went to court for none On my 23rd is when my father started showin' up Pocket full of stones and my papa was a rolling one Taught me keep my ear to the streets, eyes swollen shut If you see something, say nothing, that's the modus, son Known to keep an oz of that og and a pint of dirty sprite Moving lowkey with my woadie on a multi-purpose flight With them hojas and pistolas, murkin' every bird in sight Going loca for the yola, they should all be servin' life Wouldn't even hurt a fly, but I keep that burner by Never catch a nigga lackin' on a black suburban night Cold water under bridges so we keep that furnace high Still diggin' in the trenches til' the well is runnin' dry, nigga Aye, aye Livin' everyday tired, tired of livin' Black faces whippin' white in the kitchen Cotton pickin', we just diggin' in the trenchez Pockets laced with presidents, pursue your riches Black faces whippin' white in the kitchen Cotton pickin', we just diggin' in the trenchez So long, so long (la-di-da-di-da-da-da La-di-da-di-da-da-da) So long, so long (la-di-da-di-da-da-da La-di-da-di-da-da-da) I'm tired of this, grandpa Well that's too damn bad!
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