My beautiful gun on me driving to the trenches to see my bros ok on my way saw my opps I am not scared Of them the stre

My beautiful gun on me driving to the trenches to see my bros ok on my way saw my opps I am not scared Of them the street believes in me there cherish me I came from the bottom probably gat me a chill we all came from nothing now we leaving our dreams keep pushing why are you acting nice you snitch on the street 2 years ago have you forgotten you better get lost before I run up and you. You niggas can’t catch up life is get thicker and thicker that’s why I alway have my Glock with me bitch this business with the street I would have gave you my heart but no to the bad bitch my fellows keeps me tripping I gat PTSD kicking so I gat to get high I lost control of my anger again please nigga get me my lean I brought the pretty bitch to the hood and ask her to twerk of the hood you know we are violence nigga with colorful life ask the gang about trenchkid there will tell you boy ;Glock on me it’s street life bro you don’t have to blame me but I no we aren’t living long: getting rich bro many men on me but am scared ‘ you where the nigga tripping on lean and the street son Tripp on lean now everybody wants to sip on lean’ cocrodile on the sea this niggas can’t see me I just do what I want at the right time but some nigga wants me dead please tell the street to pray for me cause we are going on a long trip bitch just look at the road and see what we started and how far we have come’you where the nigga tripping on I was the nigga tripping on lean now everybody wants to sip on lean I gat PTSD kicking so I gat to get high bitch