trenches - selass lyrics
hook:
i just want the mandem flexing
reap the fruits of all my blessings
got me feeling like d’jango
step bare footed in the trenches
undercovers wanna stop the shottas imma keep on pitching with a death wish
do my numbers with a move of grub, i’ve got a premonition
i’m forever living up in fear
endeavours of the box;
a carbon copy of all my bruddas who lost their life all to the streets, it’s got a karla stressing
verse:
now i gotta make my movements with no second guessing, restless
finding avenues, map and a view, i need direction
endless supplies of the goods
surviving, i’m making sure i’m cool collected
definitely i’m finna do suttin on my solo
cah mandem wanna stoop ever so low
thinking they can walk in my shoes, jah knows that you’re better off walking in manolos (ha)
but thank god i still got some bruddas on the field like yaya and kolo (ah)
they just need a queue to leave
same time need q’s to leave
there is no i in we
living young wild n free
gotta live it yolo… yolo !
glimpses will turn into stares
whipping up another banger, i did it i did it again
preeing all the follow fashion that’s on the bandwagon
i’m winning i’m winning again
hearing a skeng “sha la la la” buju banton i’m dipping i’m dipping again
inna di ends it’s full of back to back madness, they’re wishing they’re wishing me dead
so i put on them wraps and gloves i hear them ring the bell
and i’m never looking to take an l
independent till the ice that’s independent looks like i’ve got financial help
fix your pension mum and dad i’ll fix the pension just gimmie couple years to sell
in progression that is coming with extension feel me i got encrypted braille
show me love or bury me feet
pree the disguise, read between the lines, i wanna know which way you dig me
too many times seen that monster come outta the blade like a bit beast (ha)
get me out of these trenches oh jah
get me out of these trenches oh jah
hook:
i just want the mandem flexing
reap the fruits of all my blessings
got me feeling like d’jango
step bare footed in the trenches
undercovers wanna stop the shottas imma keep on pitching with a death wish
do my numbers with a move of grub, i’ve got a premonition
i’m forever living up in fear
endeavours of the box;
a carbon copy of all my bruddas who lost their life all to the streets, it’s got a karla stressing
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