Letter 2 The Trenches Video (MV)

S.O.D
Hey G, this shit hard, come on nigga
Ayy, who made that shit nigga
The Most Humble

Ayy, dealt with some trauma at an early age, that's why I smoke to cope
Tapped in with the inner me, it got me out here giving hope
Every time a nigga crossed me, I was giving him the rope
Real hustler, still remember my first time seeing dope

Uhh, Cold summers, blazing winters
Broke my heart, a nigga that I ran with turned master splinter
Slept in the same crib, we done shared the same dinners
If I ever took a loss, I bounced back cause I'm a winner

Ayy, life get hard, but it's really what you make it
Gotta go and take it, letter 2 the trenches
You gon' shine, just run it up, be patient
And keep a tool cause ain't no rules how we living

Got 200 on the dash, I'm on the I , missin collisions
I'm thanking God cause now I finally see the vision
Can't help I was born broke, but dying rich is my decision
I'm on a mission, I can't get caught up with these bitches

Get up bag and see a drought, them hoes gon' leave you with the riches
The city wicked, all the young niggas got switches
Don't get tricked up off the street, when you get love, you gon' meet tension
Forgot to mention, don't pay these hoes no attention

And I had to drop this song, I wrote a letter to the trenches
This my letter to the trenches, gotta get it out the mud
I think about all the fallen soldiers rolling up this scud
Can't wait until that AP, I'm gon' bust it down and flood

Don't care about how they see me, really I'm misunderstood
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