Nolaboy Cap - Trenches

Nolaboy
I know too many niggas died up in them trenches
I seen too many niggas switch up in them trenches
They only in it for the bread
I ain't talkin' no wheat
If you show too much love
They gon' play you like you weak
Shit get reckless in them trenches
Killas want you neckless for your necklace
In them trenches, everybody ain't your friend
In them trenches, everybody ain't your kin
I just wanna feel love, I know that shit don't come real
And my pops kept it a dub, props for keepin' me real
I'm ten toes to the heel, only trustin' that steel
Too many bitches in the will, he gon' need him a deal
Ain't no snakes around me, I'm in gorilla mode
Nigga toe up bout a fee
Must think I'm dumb like these hoe
Never tossed the bro code
You play, then murder she wrote
I ain't speakin' on no foes
You play, you gon' get exposed
I ain't switchin' on my brothers for fame, I can't change
Surrounded by these flonkys
Like a line, he ain't straight
Ape shit, I go dumb, all retarded and shit
A bad song could get a couple Ms
I ain't respectin' that shit
Flame his block, he got that glock off the stove
Forever ridin' with my bros, if they right or they wrong
Behind my pops, it's all smoke, I don't care what you know
La bitch, I'm solid to the bone
You ain't gon' play with my woah
You ain't gon'
I know too many niggas died up in them trenches
I seen too many niggas switch up in them trenches
They only in it for the bread
I ain't talkin' no wheat
If you show too much love
They gon' play you like you weak
Shit get reckless in them trenches
Killas want you neckless for your necklace
In them trenches, everybody ain't your friend
In them trenches, everybody ain't your kin
He want boss it like his pa, but he ain't makin' no moves
Heard he tried to do him bad, but the plan ain't go thru
I be tryin' to keep it cool, lesson learnt, you can't trust a soul
Niggas screamin' gang gang, the feds gon' build a RICO
Youngin' get a thrill when he be off of them pills
Free my Gs locked up, I hope they get an appeal
Hard to find real things when you're connected with fake
Hard to grow and levitate when you 'round people that hate
Friends killin' friends, that's how they do you in my city
Mainstream want our slang, I'm only pushin' my city
Forever reppin' my city, New Warleans, that shit be in me
Nun but envy in my city, they gon' hate you in your city, nigga
Nun but envy in my city
They gon' hate you in your city, they gon' hate you in your city, nigga
I know too many niggas died up in them trenches
I seen too many niggas switch up in them trenches
They only in it for the bread
I ain't talkin' no wheat
If you show too much love
They gon' play you like you weak
Shit get reckless in them trenches
Killas want you neckless for your necklace
In them trenches, everybody ain't your friend
In them trenches, everybody ain't your kin

Written by:
Jorey Pannia

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