“talk of the trenches” - kno dagger lyrics
[intro]
yeah, b*tch
haha, you know what it is
talk of the trenches, ho
can’t fake pain, can’t fake war, f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout
yeah
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m the talk of the trenches, got blood on my jeans
got a glock by the dresser, and a beam on the thing
whole hood f*cked up, b*tch, that’s what it mean
when you grow up broke, you don’t trust no dream
f*ck them n*ggas that flipped, they soft as cream
i done seen real k!llers go broke for lean
ain’t sh*t sweet, b*tch, f*ck your team
if you ain’t bleed with me, don’t step on scene
[verse 1]
yeah, i was broke with a nine and a plan
prayed to god, but he ain’t lend a hand
b*tch, i was starvin’, robbin’ for grams
now my wrist cold, froze like fans
still got pain in my chest, no lie
seen my dawg die, didn’t even cry
just lit up a blunt, stared at the sky
said, “f*ck peace, i’m ridin’ ‘til i die”
ops online, b*tch, talk that noise
pull up quick, we don’t play with toys
whole block hot, full of f*ckin’ decoys
but i still move sl!ck, paranoid with poise
b*tch, i’m scarred, that’s fact, not flex
loyalty tested, failed that test
i don’t do fake love, f*ck your text
i’m too deep in the game, no rest
[bridge]
i done lost too many, b*tch, this sh*t got old
heart too black, can’t turn no gold
every day i wake, i feel that cold
ain’t no trust, b*tch, that’s how it goes
my brother in the cell, his mama still prayin’
i’m out here wild, b*tch, i’m still playin’
whole hood know how the f*ck i’m layin’
one wrong move, b*tch, i start sprayin’
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m the talk of the trenches, got blood on my jeans
got a glock by the dresser, and a beam on the thing
whole hood f*cked up, b*tch, that’s what it mean
when you grow up broke, you don’t trust no dream
f*ck them n*ggas that flipped, they soft as cream
i done seen real k!llers go broke for lean
ain’t sh*t sweet, b*tch, f*ck your team
if you ain’t bleed with me, don’t step on scene
[verse 2]
f*ck that love, b*tch, i seen too much
ain’t no help, it’s just drugs and dust
b*tch, i came from that block with trust
turned cold hearts into smoke and rust
i don’t do cap, i don’t need no fame
whole city know i earned my name
blood on the curb, that’s part of the game
still stay solid, never switch lanes
b*tch, i talk pain ‘cause i live that sh*t
no cap rap, i spit that sh*t
whole lotta loss, can’t fix that sh*t
so i load that clip and spin that sh*t
f*ck that judge, f*ck that court
b*tch, we slide, no remorse
all my dawgs, we stay on course
from the dirt, b*tch, this the source
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m the talk of the trenches, got blood on my jeans
got a glock by the dresser, and a beam on the thing
whole hood f*cked up, b*tch, that’s what it mean
when you grow up broke, you don’t trust no dream
f*ck them n*ggas that flipped, they soft as cream
i done seen real k!llers go broke for lean
ain’t sh*t sweet, b*tch, f*ck your team
if you ain’t bleed with me, don’t step on scene
[outro]
yeah, b*tch
kno dagger, ho
still standin’ on that block, same sh*t
talk of the trenches, forever
ain’t no peace in war, p*ssy
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