Kenny B Da Great - Trench Gospel

Late nights
Long roads but
What’s the destination
Nigga saying I ain’t the
Best exit the conversation
Ain’t no discussion I’m
Questioning god now
From the top of the mountain
To being upside down
Trials and tribulations
Show you who been
Contemplating
On yo fucking downfall
Cuz all the smiles covered
Hating
And they laughs they was
Faking
For opportunities created
My peace of mind I was saving
Knowing you would leave me
Vacant
Like the mansion in bel air
I’m will smith in the living room
My life is movie I’m praying that
It ain’t ending soon
Niggas use to hate by saying I
Had the silver spoon
I’m bouta piss em off cuz for Kendyl
I needa bigger spoon
We built different yeah them words
From my brother
You know we got different mothers
But related by the hustle
Nigga I done balled a lot but they can
Never say I fumbled
Nigga I done cried a lot but I ain’t
Never formed a puddle
Cuz I don’t look to the sky
No more
Wipe the tears from my eyes
I can’t cry no more
I know my time coming gotta drive
The road
I see my name in lights clear behind
The smoke
And they don’t wanna see me winning
I know it
But this is the beginning I’m bout to
Show it
This the gospel for the trenches
Ima poet
Popping bottles of the Henny
And I’m pour it
Give a fuck about these bitches cuz
They be hoeing
I been running up these digits just to
Blow it
This my life I gotta live it
I’m still growing
It’s my time now and I’m living
In the moment
That’s the reason I don’t I don’t look to the sky
No more
Wipe the tears from my eyes
I can’t cry no more
I know my time coming gotta drive
The road
I see my name in lights clear behind
The smoke
And they don’t wanna see me winning
I dont care what they say bout me
Cuz niggas gone talk till you six feet deep
I ain't rookie of the year bitch im the MVP
Throwing dirt on my name keep that energy
I aint got time to wait for you to act right
I was praying to the lord to get this bag right
See these other niggas broke but tryna act fly
And a bitch could never play me i am not that guy
Aint no discussion who the man with the bars is
Space Jam Jordans my wallet be full of tar heels
Give it all to the game I'm waiting to see my scars heel
Way i stay in the clutch i prolly could switch some car gears
And when they needed me i picked up nigga was all ears
But when the tables turned you wasnt there nigga its all grizz
Niggas fake remove the cap i hear a lil fizz
Stay in my lane minding my lil bizz
I don’t look to the sky
No more
Wipe the tears from my eyes
I can’t cry no more
I know my time coming gotta drive
The road
I see my name in lights clear behind
The smoke
And they don’t wanna see me winning
I know it
But this is the beginning I’m bout to
Show it
This the gospel for the trenches
Ima poet
Popping bottles of the Henny
And I’m pour it
Give a fuck about these bitches cuz
They be hoeing
I been running up these digits just to
Blow it
This my life I gotta live it
I’m still growing
It’s my time now and I’m living
In the moment
That’s the reason I don’t I don’t look to the sky
No more
Wipe the tears from my eyes
I can’t cry no more
I know my time coming gotta drive
The road
I see my name in lights clear behind
The smoke
And they don’t wanna see me winning

Written by:
Kenneth Bolden

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