Trench Kid (feat. EBM Mete)

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My youngins grew up in the bricks
Never ending got shit on my list
Out the way, you get hit by a stick
Mm, backdoor hit by a bitch
You ain't never touchdown on a lick
You ain't never pop out with a switch
Give a statement, lor shorty a snitch
Mm, I just wannabe rich
Say I'm a trench kid, grew up in trenches
I just find offensive they play defensive
I'm hopping out with big shit, Glock with extensions
The richest shotters in the town, this shit expensive

The richest shotters in the town no we don't play around
We did that for lor CEO, we catch em, lay him down
Them 556's chewed his face, we put shit on the ground
Been trynna king this rap shit, gimme my fuckin' crown
FED's and OPP's, I don't get into that
LED's put yo to sleep and pin him to the map
I heard them youngins steady mad, them boys ain't getting back
You niggas thieves, y'all take a life, you know we spinning back
Aye free lor getting back
Knock off his fitted cap
Ain't talking, I just rap
I take shit to the max
They heard that forty and that switchy and that fucking mac
Been trynna cool em down but they done got my youngin mad
I heard they dissing, I bet they all jump
And coming soon, I bet we all hunt
Opps on the block right now, I can tell I got a small hunch
This bitch get to singing, she don't never come with a small punch

My youngins grew up in the bricks
Never ending got shit on my list
Out the way, you get hit by a stick
Mm, backdoor hit by a bitch
You ain't never touchdown on a lick
You ain't never pop out with a switch
Give a statement, lor shorty a snitch
Mm, I just wannabe rich
Say I'm a trench kid, grew up in trenches
I just find offensive they play defensive
I'm hopping out with big shit, Glock with extensions (EBM shit nigga)
The richest shotters in the town, this shit expensive

First off this for the kids in the trenches and the ones who thuggin'
I ain't never had nun, I ran up my money, I turned nun to sum
Eighteen when I touched me a hunnid
Riding round with some shit hold a hunnid
Rolling dead opps outta the onion
Only the mafia know how I'm cumin'
I'm talkin' endless bread
Bitch hollering bout she on period, so gimme endless head
And we got glocks wit' the extensions, we got endless lead
Say everybody round me armed like they don't got no legs
Been trynna duck the feds, been trynna duck the feds
I know them bitches watchin' me
Opposition mad, I know them niggas stalking me
Ain't no white chalkin' me, big 223 A.R 15
This bitch'll rock you straight to sleep
I pour Tay Sosa in my lean
All that dissin' niggas should've took a safer route
I know them niggas want me dead, they wanna take me out
Key and Glock with me because I chose the paper route
Real trench kids, we just praying that we make it out

My youngins grew up in the bricks
Never ending got shit on my list
Out the way, you get hit by a stick
Mm, backdoor hit by a bitch
You ain't never touchdown on a lick
You ain't never pop out with a switch
Give a statement, lor shorty a snitch
Mm, I just wannabe rich
Say I'm a trench kid, grew up in trenches
I just find offensive they play defensive
I'm hopping out with big shit, Glock with extensions
The richest shotters in the town, this shit expensive

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