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I'm from the trenches, we see 12, we hit a route like Chase Or CeeDee Lamb, they got the traphouse wide open Opps in the club, tryna have staring matches with a nigga Can't wait to catch him, leave him dead with his eyes open Ain't that gonna make your problems gon' just go away or something I know that sound a little bit crazy, but that's the real Picked up a switch, left his equipment, he in the field Money comin' in, I still ain't signed a major deal Lil' bro died off a pill No nigga ain't never popped more seals than me, I sip more lean than C Know the game, I signed my cleats She callin' my phone, I'm in the city, girl, like I signed to P Yeah, he killed a nigga, he did it on camera, he ain't take a plea I pray he beat it too I answer when you call, but you ain't pick up when I needed you In Houston, James Harden house, we ain't playing hoops Just got a message from your area code 732 Wonder why I only get your textes when I'm in Texas? How bad you want it? How bad you want it? How bad you want it? If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right (What you got?) I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven't cried (The stories never told) I'm so used to death, can't even shed no more tears Letras de cancionesI'm so used to you depending on me for real You got family I ain't seen in years Cooler still'll get you bailed Locked in, we ain't playing Madden, just make sure you get the bill Backdoor, we reading books, hoping he get pardoned She text me, "Oh," I text her, "blocked" like she from Parkway Garden He rock strong, I don't feel that And he got bodies, but he told, that boy a killer rat Just like my spine, miss my lil' bros, wish I could get 'em back I got all my jewelry, yeah, I'm posted in the trenches In potholes, spillin' codeine in the Bentley How bad you want it? How bad you want it? How bad you want it? If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven't cried From Letras Mania