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Sonic

You  ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon´ die in the trenches?

You ever thought it´d be your dawg when they described the witness?
I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants
To  claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege
For  Pat I´ll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him
I treat them hoes with a lil´ respect ´cause that could be my sister
They  had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked ´em
We catch an opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim
Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin´ with Ashton Kutcher
Funeral home, they extorted me ´cause I be paying for bookings

Won´t  send no hunchos to the county ´cause you be paying for pussy
Could´ve went to college, but instead I´m in this van with hoodlums

And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I´m gettin´ ´em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG´s get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life, they don´t know what I go through
They ain´t gon´ do what they supposed to

I had to get it out that mud ´cause we was pain and suffering
And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with ´Tussin
I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin
And they didn´t even use his statement, so he sang for nothing
They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin´
I fucked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing
I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin´
My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin´?
I´m still a voice inside the trenches, don´t make me say it again

He just played the opps inside this club, he better not play it again
See dissin´ me and go OT gon´ get your hood shot
I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots

And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I´m gettin´ ´em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG´s get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life, they don´t know what I go through
They ain´t gon´ do what they supposed to