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yg murdatone - i'm in the trenches كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(ayy, h_llbent, turn me the f_ck up!)
i’m teed up off them xans, boy
might lay somethin’ down, but lemme slide on this real quick
(murdatone in this b_tch)
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[chorus]
all this dope in my lungs got me fried
seen too many opps f_ckin’ die
i was clutchin’ when i ain’t have sh_t
now i got racks and a stick on my thigh
i’m in the trenches, b_tch, i made a way
posted in h_ll, now i’m countin’ the play
p_ssy boy move, he get shot in the face
we don’t do warnings, we don’t do grace
all this dope in my lungs got me fried
seen too many opps f_ckin’ die
talked to the reapеr, he slid me a nine
told mе to purge if they f_ck wit my pride
came out the gutter, i slept in a trap
bugs in the sink, and the roaches would nap
now i’m on tour with a mac in the back
aimin’ at heads, i ain’t shootin’ no cap

[verse 1]
yeah, b_tch, i’m the devil’s lil soldier
block full of shooters, got heaters in holsters
you play wit the gang, we gon’ flip your corolla
talk on the net, now he dead in dakota
sippin’ on red and it came with the seal
feelin’ like rambo, i shoot for the thrill
body get zipped, he ain’t makin’ a deal
i f_ck with them robbers, they lurk for the k!ll
chop in the duffel, i tote it like nothin’
i been through the war, you a b_tch, you just bluffin’
clappin’ that iron like i’m drummin’ percussion
f_ck with my set, you get smoked into nothin’
whole lotta pressure, i’m givin’ it raw
my cousin got 30, he still standin’ tall
still with the sharks and we breakin’ the law
you come to my block, better pray when you walk
[chorus]
all this dope in my lungs got me fried
seen too many opps f_ckin’ die
i was clutchin’ when i ain’t have sh_t
now i got racks and a stick on my thigh
i’m in the trenches, b_tch, i made a way
posted in h_ll, now i’m countin’ the play
p_ssy boy move, he get shot in the face
we don’t do warnings, we don’t do grace
all this dope in my lungs got me fried
seen too many opps f_ckin’ die
talked to the reaper, he slid me a nine
told me to purge if they f_ck wit my pride

[verse 2]
came from the bottom, i’m covered in scars
now i got shooters who aim from afar
trap in the booth, b_tch, i rap where i starve
they knew i was crazy when i copped the ar
hopped in the charger and slid through the zone
hit me a l!ck, now i’m thuggin’ alone
lost too much love, turned my heart into stone
these bullets like poems, i write in your dome
swervin’ with brodie, we huntin’ on feet
caught that boy lackin’ while p_ssin’ on street
left his lil partner all slumped on the seat
then lit up the whip, ain’t no need for repeat
i don’t do beefin’, i settle with fire
he got a vest? we shootin’ up higher
b_tch, i’m a menace, i do what i desire
f_ck all these rappers, i’m nothin’ but fire
[chorus]
all this dope in my lungs got me fried
seen too many opps f_ckin’ die
i was clutchin’ when i ain’t have sh_t
now i got racks and a stick on my thigh
i’m in the trenches, b_tch, i made a way
posted in h_ll, now i’m countin’ the play
p_ssy boy move, he get shot in the face
we don’t do warnings, we don’t do grace

[outro]
(yeah, f_ck you mean?)
ghostcam shot this, b_tch
yg murdatone
i’m in the trenches for real, ho
first one, not the last

- yg murdatone

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