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(альбом: Trench Baby - 2021)


You know we had to get this shit out the mud
We had to run this shit up
We couldn't wait on nobody or we wasn't gonna get it
You know what I'm sayin'?
Said we come from the mud, we come from the traphouse
We were taught to hustle and go get it, nigga
Yeah, yeah

Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands
Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playing
Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line
If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young nigga, it's time (Yeah, yeah)
And these white folks keep killing all of our people
Ain't no help for my Black brothers and my Black sisters and they reaching
Gotta run when we see twelve, if they ain't shooting us, then they beat us
This money got the whole world blind when shit really ain't equal

I got two cars from EDD
Bro just popped on on PPP
It's been two days, ain't have no sleep
Every day a new way, I can't miss my beat
Better stay out my way, better stay out that street
My killers, they risk, they signed to the streets
They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth
Yeah, yeah (They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth, yeah, yeah)
And I pray that the chopper still chopping
(I pray that the chopper still choppin')
And I pray that the boppers still bopping
No more Section 8, we in a better place
No more EBT, we putting cash in our refrigerator
Don't let your pride get in the way, or interfere with paper
I don't give no fuck if you sell pussy, baby, get your paper
Pending cases, I ain't tryna be in jail right now
Unemployment money got my opps flee as hell right now
Now I'm on top, they wanna plot, I can see it fair right now
Seven different incomes, I got seven cells now (Yeah)

Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands
Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playing
Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line
If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young nigga, it's time (Yeah, yeah)
And these white folks keep killing all of our people
Ain't no help for my Black brothers and my Black sisters and they reaching
Gotta run when we see twelve, if they ain't shooting us, then they beat us
This money got the whole world blind when shit really ain't equal (Yeah, yeah)

And I pray that the chopper still chopping
And I pray that the boppers still bopping
And I pray that the chopper still chopping

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