Trenches

By Selass

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Hook:

I Just want the mandem flexing

Reap the fruits of all my blessings

Got me feeling like D’jango

Step bare footed in the trenches

Undercovers wanna stop the shottas imma keep on pitching with a death wish

Do my numbers with a move of grub, I’ve got a premonition

I’m forever living up in fear

Endeavours of the box;

A carbon copy of all my bruddas who lost their life all to the streets, it’s got a Karla stressing

Verse:

Now I gotta make my movements with no second guessing, restless

Finding avenues, Map and a view, I need direction

Endless supplies of the goods

Surviving, I’m making sure I’m cool collected

Definitely I’m finna do suttin on my solo

Cah mandem wanna stoop ever so low

Thinking they can walk in my shoes, Jah knows that you’re better off walking in manolos (Ha)

But thank God I still got some bruddas on the field like Yaya and Kolo (Ah)

They just need a queue to leave

Same time need Q’s to leave

There is no I in we

Living young wild n free

Gotta live it yolo... yolo !

Glimpses will turn into stares

Whipping up another banger, I did it I did it again

Preeing all the follow fashion that’s on the bandwagon

I’m winning I’m winning again

Hearing a skeng “sha la la la” Buju Banton I’m dipping I’m dipping again

Inna di ends it’s full of back to back madness, they’re wishing they’re wishing me dead

So I put on them wraps and gloves I hear them ring the bell

And I’m never looking to take an L

Independent till the ice that’s independent looks like I’ve got financial help

Fix your pension Mum and Dad I’ll fix the pension just gimmie couple years to sell

In progression that is coming with extension feel me I got encrypted Braille

Show me love or Bury me feet

Pree the disguise, read between the lines, I wanna know which way you dig me

Too many times seen that monster come outta the blade like a bit beast (Ha)

Get me out of these trenches oh Jah

Get me out of these trenches oh Jah

Hook:

I Just want the mandem flexing

Reap the fruits of all my blessings

Got me feeling like D’jango

Step bare footed in the trenches

Undercovers wanna stop the shottas imma keep on pitching with a death wish

Do my numbers with a move of grub, I’ve got a premonition

I’m forever living up in fear

Endeavours of the box;

A carbon copy of all my bruddas who lost their life all to the streets, it’s got a Karla stressing