BlackThaKid - Trench Pain

What you know about that struggle nigga
No cable a bunch of DVDs
When I walk up out my house I see a nigga serving fiends
I might not make it to my couch after doing these few things
I might not see my dukes again 'cause it's niggas that envy
It's niggas out here who just kill you 'cause they see you chasing dreams
It's niggas out here who just hate you 'cause they peep what you achieved
I swear this shit is like a cycle and it's made for pain
I just gotta make it out I can't take the trench pain
I know some niggas suicidal who just trying to slit a vein
I know some niggas out here trapping really serving to the fiends
I know some niggas out here balling really chasing their dreams
I know some niggas living lavish that still claim they in a gang
I know some niggas who got shit must ain't using their brain
I know some niggas down bad who ain't got a place to stay
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Now let me tell this story about this little kid
Yeah he was really good at ball but he ain't never had shit
Never had a pops and his dukes already dead
And the only 14 and he already six foot ten
He was chilling on the block learning from the old heads
Now he's serving on the block with his younging in eighth grade
Upping fye at all the opps until he know they all dead
So no he fleeing from the cops 'cause Fred scared to go to jail
They done crashed out destined child done bumped his head
Why Fred standing tall with Grimy thoughts all through his head
Why destined child laying fighting life inside his bed
But Fred in interrogation
I don't even know what that nigga saying
You said you done it all as a child
He said you'll go to jail
He said you hit him up first
He said it was your call go put him in a hearse
You probably woke up from your coma all lost
You crying for help laying down in handcuffs
You calling for Fred trying to see if he home
But you don't even know no Fred left you all alone
So you know the true story you really knew what had went on
So you know they hit your phone and said that nigga had to go
When you had picked the phone you really told that nigga no
Fred said it's alright I just need a ride bro
What you know about that struggle nigga
No cable a bunch of DVDs
When I walk up out my house I see a nigga serving fiends
I might not make it to my couch after doing these few things
I might not see my dukes again 'cause it's niggas that envy
It's niggas out here who just kill you 'cause they see you chasing dreams
It's niggas out here who just hate you 'cause they peep what you achieved
I swear this shit is like a cycle and it's made for pain
I just gotta make it out I can't take the trench pain
I can't take the pain 'cause the shit like a cycle
I swear this shit like a cycle I swear this shit like a cycle
He trapped all in a cycle yeah
That's a child in a cycle yeah
We lost them all in the cycle woah
I swear we trapped in a cycle

Written by:
Jaylen Smith

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find