lirik lagu trench gawd - dead end talk
[intro]
it don’t get no colder than this block
(spazz on the beat, this a war chant)
free meezy
brrrt, brrrt
(turn me up, kev)
[chorus]
i don’t claim the biggest, that word done died, we run the whole system
used to dream of hunnid bands, now we thumbin’ through like victims
i gave bonds to all my hitters (facts), lawyered up and slid with k!llers (slide)
i don’t miss no sunday drive, i spin for real with tinted rentals (skrrt skrrt)
front row at the wildhawks game, wrist icy, next to chop
dropped a hunnid on the seats, same night bought momma a spot
i be trippin’ off these pills, my ex hate that i can’t stop
she ain’t text mе since last week, i been up high chasin’ opps
[verse]
it ain’t you girl, it’s these streets, my pain don’t lеave, it echo loud
put that chain inside the wall, i still sleep with one eye out
why you scrollin’ through my texts? (huh?) mind your lane, not my past
you obsessed with who i left, i’m obsessed with outlast
shorty braggin’ on my name, swear her friend got hit for nothin’
one got purse, one got gas, neither got a dollar from it
other day i prayed to smoke, asked him if i’m movin’ right
he ain’t answer back with words, just fl!ckered off my celly light
i ain’t write this for no chart, i wrote this where they dyin’
same alley i lost twin in got my posters flyin’
every block i bent was hot, every shot i sent was cold
if i said i seen the reaper, that was just me in that mode
bl!cky tucked beside the scale, you get a verse or you get grams
i do walk~ins at the trap, while my engineer hit jams
say he seen me lackin’, cap, that boy dream in cartoon frames
you ain’t steppin’, just a mouth, talkin’ loud behind a page
my lil’ shooter only 14, he got stripes from empty lanes
if he miss, i’m next to fire, we don’t care bout fame or flame
[chorus]
i don’t claim the biggest, that word done died, we run the whole system
used to dream of hunnid bands, now we thumbin’ through like victims
i gave bonds to all my hitters (facts), lawyered up and slid with k!llers (slide)
i don’t miss no sunday drive, i spin for real with tinted rentals
front row at the wildhawks game, wrist icy, next to chop
dropped a hunnid on the seats, same night bought momma a spot
i be trippin’ off these pills, my ex hate that i can’t stop
she ain’t text me since last week, i been up high chasin’ opps
[outro]
yeah
dead end dreams, realest talk, ain’t no filters where i came from
you see diamonds, i see trauma
we ain’t the same
#deadendtalk #trenchgawd #frompainwebuilt
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