GOD SENT

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TrenchBabyy

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Tryna bless the streets, motivation
Put it on the gram make Sure they soul searching
Cause my soul hurting
Do it for the fam make Sure that we go places
We keep all the folks paying
Constant reminder that all these boys paying
This pain keeps my soul raising
Been smart as a serpent, humble as a dove baby
They keep mentioning my name on roads lately
I let it bleed then let them see my soul painting
I'm from the bottom distant from all these leeches and cap
Put my name on top of the four but they tryna black ball me treat me like I'm whack
Tryna bring my momma money keep it all stacked
And my wrist needs a Patek
And my Brodie ready to get a nigga whacked
And we started selling off on all these packs
Making money never show it on the gram
Niggas stalkers really tapped in like some fed
I resent the trenches so we run it
So we lifting up the flag
Man I do it for my fans
Tryna put em back on track
They keep staring from the flank
Need me Madibas and alot of Beni Frank's
Write me something like 40 something checks
Let these niggas have a chance
Tryna remind me who they actually could've been
We used to eat fish straight outta the tin
Give me and entrée with some Sushi and some crab
Young Hybrid set up like an act
Niggas listen to that crap
Y'all niggas really kissing ass
Smoke a nigga dub em like some ash
Busy dissing catch a nigga get him clapped
They keep staring from the flank
Need me Madibas and alot of Beni Frank's
Write me something like 40 something checks
Let these niggas have a chance
Tryna remind me who they actually could've been
We used to eat fish straight outta the tin
Give me and entrée with some Sushi and some crab
Young Hybrid set up like an act
Niggas listen to that crap
Y'all niggas really kissing ass
Smoke a nigga dub em like some ash
Busy dissing catch a nigga get him clapped

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