Kappin HG – Trench Baby Lyrics
Artist: Kappin HG
Song: Trench Baby
Young and dumb but i can’t be forgotten
Uppin this tool and i’m clutching this rocket
14, i was juggin and robbin
Takin drugs, that’s my only option
No tom brady, i’m up outta pocket
Sellin drugs tryna make me a profit
You not hard, you jus better stop it
Clutching this glock, i might just pop it
Cop a new fit, and i jus might rock it
Fumble the bag, i’m never gone drop it
Hop out the bentley, u better go lock it
But i’m just straight up out the trenches
Metal to his face, send his #ss to the dentist
Up on my own, i’m so independent
(independent)
Just go ahead and check my attendance
Happened as kids, i’m still seeking some vengeance
Stupid sh#t, i don’t want no attention
(at all)
Feeling like i’m just trapped in detention
(trapped)
Seen so much, i’m full of suspicion
Glock 19 and it came wit extensions
n#gg# switched up, he actin so different
(fake)
n#gg# wan kil me, we won’t even mention
f#ck that, i’m a real trench baby
Chasin bread, makin money moves daily
Thinkin sh#t sweet, don’t even try play me
I’m an animal, u can’t even tame me
All this pain, u can’t even blame me
Opp n#gg#s, they jus tryna slay me
For a feature, you jus gotta pay me
But late night, u know that i cried
Thinkin i just was dead inside
Never met em, my grandpa died
Takin drugs, they just leavin me fried
n#gg# wan kill me, ain’t no surprise
Feelin pain, i’m facin demise
Hiding feelings just like a disguise
I see black jus like the night skies
Wipe all of the tears, right up from my eyes
I’m tryna win and get to the prize
b#tch i’m up, i’m ahead of my time
Don’t wanna live where the sun don’t shine
Hol on, wait, u gotta peep my design
I’m goin crazy, i’m losing my mind
Chasin the money, i stick to the grind
(hol on bruh, change the flow)
Young and dumb but i can’t be forgotten
Uppin this tool and i’m clutching this rocket
14, i was juggin and robbin
Takin drugs, that’s my only option
No tom brady, i’m up outta pocket
Sellin drugs tryna make me a profit
You not hard, you jus better stop it
Clutching this glock, i might just pop it
Cop a new fit, and i jus might rock it
Fumble the bag, i’m never gone drop it
Hop out the bentley, u better go lock it
As a youngin, i was jus facing drama
Me and my n#gg#s was slidin in hondas
Clutching a tool, i was clutching a llama
Lemme take time, thank my grandfather
I’m tryna win, and count me some commas
Six years old, i was tucked in pajama
Grinding hard, tryna make it for momma
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Release Year: 2022