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Mommy, India got the beats I just sent some paper to my nigga, he did a favor for me I just made a play and fed the hood, I know them niggas love me Two glizzys in the whip, don't even trip, boy, you ain't takin' nothin' My mama and your mama know each other, that don't make us cousins That don't make us brothers Really, nigga, that don't make us nothin' You been on that block all day and you ain't making nothin' I don't like to do a lot of talkin', rather carry these Percs and hard But got some niggas out there 12, catchin' plays for me This how you live when you winning, nigga This how you live when you winning, nigga Everything bad from the cars to the bitch They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest And don't play like we ain't came from the trenches, nigga And they know we came from the trenches, nigga Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin' Fella, murder on my mind all the time If you ain't slidin', bitch, don't even hit my line How you slime? Nigga, who you body for that title? Cut off half the body on the rifle Letras de cancionesThat's a mini, shoot plenty Let it run its course until it's empty This fetti seem to fertilize the envy My hoodie a lil' dingy I been in the trenches, don't you hear me? Fuck I look like working at a Dennys? Stones in the homie kidney Told him fall back on the sippin' Who gon' take care your daughter and siblings? But he ain't listening Nah, niggas fighting demons, no, for real I believe in God, blood, but we gon' go to Hell This how you live when you winning, nigga This how you live when you winning, nigga Everything bad from the cars to the bitch They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest And don't play like we ain't came from the trenches, nigga And they know we came from the trenches, nigga Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin' I been waiting for the summer, I been grindin' all winter I can't pull up to your show if a chopper ain't in the Sprinter A thirty piece around my neck and it got diamonds all in 'em Put a twenty on your head and you'll be gone before dinner Deposit for the center, break 'em off for the rental Ask my teacher what it was, she said, "Reading is fundamental" I know I don't fit in, ain't no love for the sinners You supposed to spin a bend on a nigga who killed your nigga That's off the dribble We gon' bleach yours residentials where they knock a nickel When them crackers get to knockin', keep it confidential Dope fiend 'nem told me that they got potential Nigga threw it all away and started poppin' thizzles This Skydweller fucking off your presidential Advise you not to go against us in the given smoke Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat This how you live when you winning, nigga This how you live when you winning, nigga Everything bad from the cars to the bitch They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest And don't play like we ain't came from the trenches, nigga And they know we came from the trenches, nigga Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin' From Letras Mania