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Benz on the track Yeah Free them real ones in the can, man You know what I'm sayin' Fuck the rat niggas, man, fuck opps and shit, man This for the trenches, man, this what I'm feeling Roll me a eighth Just got that call, my homie good, he beat his case I couldn't wait I swear to God I just wanna see my homie straight And I know they wanna kill me, but I won't go away I know they wanna kill me, but I can't go today I know they wanna kill me (Oh) But if I go I know I left a legacy, oh Smacked again, fake wanna sip act again Lotta shit been changin' in my life, I'm like "What's happenin'?" Trap boy, all I know, crazy I'll never sell packs again Crazy I'll never lack again, nigga talk hot, I'm smackin' him Oh, catch me an opp, swear to God I'ma shoot for the brain Ain't no tuckin' no chain, I put that on gang, stupid you think I'm a lame O for the buck, for thе brain, grrt-boom, that's how we cock it and bang The police ain't stoppin' a thing, grrt-boom, just 'causе they stay on my game Gang-gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang-gang I come from the trenches, where they bang, bang, bang, bang Letras de cancionesKnew my ass was never ever lame, lame, lame I come from the trenches, where they bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang Roll me a eighth Just got that call, my homie good, he beat his case I couldn't wait I swear to God I just wanna see my homie straight And I know they wanna kill me, but I won't go away I know they wanna kill me, but I can't go today I know they wanna kill me (Oh) But if I go I know I left a legacy, oh From Letras Mania