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trenches - simxsantana lyrics

[intro]
i dont even write no more
this sh*t not even like.. my twist so it’s like…
i’m writin’ and sh*t so like the f*ck? sh*t take more time to get out
usually i just go off the dome
f*ck it

[verse: simxsantana]
man it hurt me when they k!lled my n*gga bloc, how the f*ck they catch slippin’ in the car on the 9 though
i’ll never think a n*gga catch you slippin’ if ya hands was tied up, eyes shut with a blindfold
on some sh*t like, why you had to die bro?
the will of god and you can’t ‘cause of god though
f*ck it and you know i’m gon bro
and if it’s ‘bout mine imma slide bro
in chiraq and i’m screamin’ free rondo
back on the westside posted on the 9 tho
bro bangin’ sh*t and we call that n*gga brondo
get ya sh*t pushed back on recline though
no i didn’t sell my soul to get signed though
but this .40 take ya soul you could die bro
if i was you i really wouldn’t try bro
(if i was you i really wouldn’t try bro)
i was booked up for 3 years
my brother told me i had to wipe my tears, sisters said we gon’ make it up outta there
so i had to get it without no fear
i picked up a pen and a pad, we didn’t have pops so my mom was my dad
i swear to god that my life was sad
i swear to god that my life was bad, its too bad
in the trenches just know i keep it on me
lost my cousin, after that, lost my homie, i swear to god that that sh*t really hurt me, when shanon died, swear to god that it hurt me
(?) and gotti, swear to god them my brodies
n*ggas talkin’ crazy but still and murk me
brushed it off when that b*tch did me dirty
i brushed it off when that b*tch did me dirty

[chorus: simxsantana and lil durk]
down on my d*ck and i didn’t have sh*t not even a pot to p*ss in
i just f*cked up but i lucked up that i made it up out of them trenches (yea)
{lil durk}
i was down bad and i was down on my d*ck (yea, yea)
and had a lil chick, and i came with the stick (yea)
and if you tried to hide it, you’d die with the stick, and if you not a k!ller, can’t hop in the whip (yea, yea)

[verse: lil durk]
i got my check up, i got me a bag, then i met a lil b*tch and i met her spleef (whoo, gang, let’s get it)
i know a n*gga who shot and it ricocheted, bullet hit and he died in his p*ss (bllggggahh, lets get it)
n*ggas and coming outside, he wolfing on live, the n*gga had died in his crib (died at his crib)
(no auto, talk to ‘em) (gang)
you ain’t been in that car, whe you ride with your partners, and you can’t turn around, gotta die for yo n*ggas (whoo, lets get it)
you ain’t outside forreal, the only time you slide when you sliding on twitter, you a p*ssy (you a p*ssy)
hop out yo car but you shot from a distance and you could of got up on him, lil n*gga you a rookie (do*doom) (yea)
how you feel? you ain’t did sh*t for the n*gga that died, who gon ride for you p*ssy n*gga, you a p*ssy (haha)

[outro]
(gang, gang, gang)

- simxsantana lyrics

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