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Yo GG, turn it up! Y'know what I'm saying like they want me to the voice of this shit They love when I talk to they souls So we just gon' talk to 'em, voice of the trenches, fo' sho' I'm from that deep end, I made it out of the jungle Lil's gonna be preachin', I still show love to my youngins Been fightin' demons, Lord, just take this pain from me You accept me for who I am, I love the fact you don't judge me I lost my brotha' I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil' still fuck with perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealеd I put blood on my shahada I'm Muslim for real Give the trenches motivation when I'm in that Lamb' truck Couple months ago I was just sleeping in the trap, huh That bitch slime for real he snake he ain't my mans, huh But he went and lied and told his bitch that we was friends, huh Fuck you lie for, she say I'm nonchalant Iced out the side doors, this ain't no Audemar Me and Yo Gotti up in Nobu talkin' millions First time at Nobu shit I won't go back to no Billy, huh I acknowledge that Cullinan, fuck a Bentley truck This for the times I was strugglin', they ain't give me love I told my youngin' fuck a handout get it out the mud I move like a lumberjack, Draco came wit' wood 60 slugs I'm from that deep end, I made it out of the jungle Lil's gonna be preachin', I still show love to my youngins Been fightin' demons, Lord, just take this pain from me You accept me for who I am, I love the fact you don't judge me I lost my brotha' I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil' still fuck with perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealed I put blood on my shahada I'm Muslim for real Labeled us as killers, and robbers, demons and goblins Police ask me questions 'bout a body say I'm sorry Bust down Cuban Picky they be starin' from afar, yeah I got paranoia so I tote on the 40 I got paranoia so I move around with demons I was in the projects now I'm back they ain't feed me This for all them niggas in the trenches who ain't believe me For the ones who shitted on me, tell 'em swallow semen Cartier bust down I shitted on 'em Bought my sister crib at 18, yeah I shitted on 'em I'm from that deep end, I made it out of the jungle Lil's gonna be preachin', I still show love to my youngins Been fightin' demons, Lord just take this pain from me You accept me for who I am, I love the fact you don't judge me I lost my brotha' I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil' still fucking perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealed I put blood on my shahada I'm Muslim for real I acknowledge that Cullinan, fuck a Bentley truck This for the times I was strugglin', they ain't give me love I told my youngin' fuck a handout get it out the mud I move like a lumberjack, Draco came with wood 60 slugs I lost my brotha' I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil' still fuck with perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealed I put blood on my shahada I'm Muslim for real
Writer(s): Stunna Gambino, Angelo Brajkovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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