Morray - Trenches (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Morray - Trenches (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
I got love for the ghetto,
love for the hood
Love for the people that
turn the bad into good
Love for the people that think
that it could be worse
Love for the people that's putting
their family first
Love for the people that think
that shit could be worse
Brеakfast in the morning, yeah
it's finger lickin' good
Bunch of laughs outsidе the window,
kids playing in the hood
Get dressed, step outside, and
know today is gonna be good
But I'm still on the high alert 'cause
niggas still from the hood
Everybody see the ghetto
as being a bad place
Where people run a muck, niggas
stuck in a sad state
They don't see the good times
that outweigh the bad days
In the hood we still smile to
lighten up them dark caves
Have a cookout, make the kids dance,
then we share a couple laughs
Pop a bottle, share it with my
homies, nigga fuck a glass
Bouta roll up, tell em hold up,
pass the blunt before I spazz
'Cause its five niggas smoking
on a dime bag of gas
You don't need the type
of things on TV
Everything ain't always what it seems
Everything is easier if you
believe, if you believe
Love for the people that's putting
their family first (Uh)
Grew up in the ghetto, know some
savages with good hearts
He smokin' on dead niggas every
time that wood spark
Remember I was fucked up, now my
foreign in the hood parked
You can beat the system if you street
and book smart, checkmate
Posted on them corners, he's just
waitin' on his death date
They went left on the road
to riches, so I thank the
Lord, I kept straight
They say I'm the MVP, they ain't
even seen my best play
I done took some losses, type of
shit to make your chest ache
Wildin' with them TECs like we don't
care 'bout what the ref say
In the field, ballin' like
the Mets, I only care 'bout
what my checks say
Now I'm hoppin' on and off of jets,
I'm where the Nets play
Never thought I'd make it, used
to hope we'd see the next day
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