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bee smoke - trench kid lyrics

[hook]

brody can’t go to the trenches; they got a price on his head
i’m a trench kid, (trench kid)
i done made my sh_t forever i don’ see the changes ever since my brody died, (brody died)
duggy you done left a n_gga; every day i’m praying for the brighter days
i feel like god slammed the door & left a n_gga outside, (outside)
i done went and got the bread i ain’t leave the crib wit’ out my tool
these n_ggas they be hatin’ ’cause i went & build my own mama a crib!

[verse:1]

i did a lot of wrong for the sake to keep my hommies safe
i feel like it hit me the hardest when duggy die
i knew i’d be the one to tell it; i can’t tell a lie
the trenches ain’t never been the same no more
how a n_gga; he spring ballin’ outside
he got a order for me, (for me)
to stay a metre away from him
he knew i would come for his ass; i ain’t never preach a lie
when i die the brody who pulled the trigger; give him sum’ flowers
’cause he went and took my friend; now i feel alone
i’ve been sliding through his block, i ain’t mean to break the law
but brody broke it firs’, (broke it first)
now i’m tryna slide for my n_gga
that’s his dyin’ wish; and i ain’t gon’ stop until a body drop
[hook]

brody can’t go to the trenches; they got a price on his head
i’m a trench kid (trench kid)
i done made my sh_t forever i don’ see the changes ever since my brody die, (brody die)
duggy you done left a n_gga; every day i’m praying for the brighter days
i feel like god slammed the door & left a n_gga outside, (outside)
i done went and got the bread i ain’t leave the crib wit’ out my tool
these n_ggas they be hatin’ ’cause i went & build my own mama a crib!

[verse:2]

duggy you the realest n_gga that i ever had
a n_gga took a n_gga out; that’s sum’ genocide
get up to his block & shoot him in daylight; i kno’ that’s homicide
shoot him infront of his fam that’s suicide; that’s too many witness!
now drizzy he takin’ shots; ain’t mean to take it this far
i kno’ you feelin’ kinda p_ssed off; but lower yourself you don’t kno’ what i been through, (ah)
you don’ kno’ what i’m gon’ do; when i catch you lackin’
wit’ your last blunt in your hand
i swear i’ll make you feel the torment that these n_ggas put me through, (ah)
no guarantee you’ll make it; your daughter gon’ miss a father
her mother gon’ banger another; you be safe cause your a brother
no me never ‘nother

[hook]
brody can’t go to the trenches; they got a price on his head
i’m a trench kid (trench kid)
i done made my sh_t forever i don’ see the changes ever since my brody die, (brody die)
duggy you done left a n_gga; every day i’m praying for the brighter days
i feel like god slammed the door & left a n_gga outside, (outside)
i done went and got the bread i ain’t leave the crib wit’ out my tool
these n_ggas they be hatin’ ’cause i went & build my own mama a crib!

- bee smoke lyrics

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