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I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin’ honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain’t no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don’t flex it
When I shoot it I’m a blessed kid
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin’ honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain’t no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don’t flex it
When I shoot it I’m a blessed kid
I remember being with the people I’m with now
Ain’t no change in my style
I been living like this for a while
Crazy, I took me a mile
I was given only inches to determine how my life will play out
Playing with my options I will kill you no doubt
Now I keep a gun and a knife don’t you play don’t you foul
Blow
Bitch, I got 24 sticks in my house
So I come with a blip stick
Blood gonna drip in your trous’
Wow
There’s another body my brother I gotta go catch it
I cannot sleep at night if I don’t see no cabbage, brother
I’ma keep it real with you
Bitch I kill people
Real people
Leave you dead for the news reel people
I think I might be addicted
To the pain I inflicted
I kinda just accept it
And my crew I rep it
I’ma kill a cracker, am I trippin’?
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin’ honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain’t no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don’t flex it
When I shoot it I’m a blessed kid
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin’ honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain’t no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don’t flex it
When I shoot it I’m a blessed kid
It’s a sad story I don’t got no friends
I don’t need them boy I got my pens
And I got my guns and I got my license
So I do a drive by on them again and again
Dog, I’m losin’ my religion
When I get up out the trenches
I’ma still stick to killin’
World War II on these bitches
Let them feel it
I’ma go right off in a minute
I murder and kill whenever I be
Murder and kill whenever I see
A f*ck nigga that be eyeing my green
That’s just how us veterans be
I'ma kill yo ass like Diddy did Biggie
Splatter yo brains with my Gen three blicky
Pull up to your project and I shoot like Micky
Got my own bitch and I buss on her titty
Buzzin’ off the Nikki
That shit make me trippy
I got the bars like I’m locked the f*ck up
Bitch ass nigga what is up
You already know wassup
I keep up with the double cup
I can get you fucking touched
I am fuckin' troublesome
I will steal your three's and run
That don’t sound like treason, dun
All I got is racks and guns
And I use it just for fun
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin’ honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain’t no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don’t flex it
When I shoot it I’m a blessed kid
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin’ honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain’t no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don’t flex it
When I shoot it I’m a blessed kid

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