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trenches - propain lyrics

[part i]

[intro: d flowers]
ayy, hey, hey, turn me up, hey
yeah, hey
i know these n*ggas thirsty
hey, i am too

[verse 1: d flowers]
fill my cup with water, compare me to nann artist
’cause i would have to be jacob lawrence if we was drawin’
prior to an incarceration, i was half*hearted
i ain’t know this sh*t was until i sh*tted when i farted
then i came home focused with a murder feelin’ target
even if i fell short, the money probably be the tallest
if i ain’t have this music, i’d probably sleep in a coffin
i was in the streets constant, my mama didn’t see me often
runnin’ from the constablеs, constantly bein’ cautious
where did hе get these problems? they started in kindergarten
startin’ with bein’ tryna get to sit the princ*p*l’s office
since lunch was favorite part of the day because we was starvin’
the apple on my teacher’s desk had my mouth waterin’
and they had a n*gga makin’ macaroni art and sh*t
pardon me for cursin’, i never learned how to write in cursive
i had bigger questions like, “ms. jackson, where my father went?
every time my word, i would get commened performances
and i went home and spent time with the local pharmacist
the honor roll ain’t change the fact we came home to arguments
ain’t n0body pat me on my back for them accomplishments
but we had some hotdog water and a rusty pan
when i talk them change you, would you understand? hey
i just seen my auntie with another man, hey
i got two little sisters and three little brothers, man, hey
i can’t let n0body talk about the fam’, hey
kicked me outta class, i don’t give a d*mn, hey
i’ll never fold when i’m in that jam, hey
i watched mama hustle for thanksgivin’ yams, psh
[verse 2: propain]
sh*t crazy, the homie became a junkie, d*mn
n*gga went from dope boy fresh to a f*ckin’ zombie man
i watched him go from movin’ ps to pumpin’ grams
to spare change, he literally doin’ the money dance
how n*ggas gon’ sell they soul? i can’t understand
it’s two humans i fear judgin’, that’s uncle sam
this courtroom is just smilin’ handin’ a hunnid, fam’
my partner just got sentenced, he never gon’ see his son again
where i’m from it’s a basketball or a gun in hand
and when it’s hot, them games get live, we been had a summer jam
i learned that love can’t fix your pain like a comma can
but ain’t no love once these n*ggas see that you touchin’ grants
on my knees i cry, “don’t ever judge a man”
you ever been so hungry, that sh*t that just make your stomach cramp?
got on the hustle, now everything on the upperhand
compared to them slums now i’m livin’ in f*ckin’ wonderland
we used to see the sirens then the youngin’s ran
whole life savin’s in one rubberband
no pop from the womb, i had to become a man
i ain’t lyin’, could still hear cryin’
really from the dirt, but i ain’t let that sh*t define me
had my back against the wall, i showed ’em pressure make a diamond
b*tch, i gotta eat, so if it’s cheddar, i’ma find it
could never rap again and claim a legend off consignment
i can’t a l, no, not again
when i’m gone, they gon’ say, “that n*gga got it in”
when i’m gone, they gon’ say, “that n*gga got it in”
ridin’ with the muh’f*ckin’ top bent
hit a l!ck, n*gga got the whole block lit
flexin’ on them ol’ ass teachers who say we not sh*t
same team with me, we fly as a f*ckin’ c*ckpit
did it on my own and can’t none of these n*ggas stop this
pro’
[part ii]

[intro: propain]
(x.o.)
yeah
still comin’ down 288
bunch of slabs in a single file line, man, ain’t sh*t changed, you n*ggas know what it is, man
shout out my big bro, lil keke
look

[verse: propain]
i probably die before i break the code
it ain’t enough fame out here to taint my soul, ain’t none of these n*ggas phasin’ pro’
we love this power, but this ain’t stars and we ain’t playin’ ghost
bring your ass around here with that work, them boys gon’ paint ya clothes
low, ol’ school, the plates scr*pin’ road
candy painted, taste the glow, them boppers love them ’84s
that trunk knockin’, that bang ’bout to make the frame explose
slab but we hop up out that b*tch like it’s mercedes doors
yeah, i know you n*ggas got agendas
love to travel to my city, get your flavor from the realest
tried to, run off with the sound to the f*ckin’ way we drippin’
baddest broads, n*ggas come from ’round the world to save these b*tches
pro’, windows down, 380 tippin’
jammin’ moe, not a jack around this b*tch gon’ say he slippin’
i’m a legend, and don’t forget that saviour when you mention
third co’s hustle time made me, n*gga, forever trill
[outro]
see that’s the problem with these young names
you n*ggas ain’t players, you n*ggas ain’t players
see i’ma tell you one thing about women, you understand?
i been in jail twenty*three years
n*gga, i done had more b*tches than i look at
i still got b*tches, look, pass them pictures over there i’ma show you
this my b*tch here, darlene, she live in delaware
i need a woman, everybody needs a woman
women make the world go ’round
you give a woman a seed, she give you a child
you give her a house, she turn it into a house
you understand what i’m sayin’, youngster?
you got to respect women
your mother was a woman

- propain lyrics

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