Factual Speaking

Hush lil baby please don't make a sound I grew up in the trenches where it's hard to Make it out I know some youngins in the grave that's why I always tote the chrome Shit fucked up, this ain't the life that I chose Cutty in the feds for 10 years, that shit Bold He bang a nigga line every day I ain't been the same since my nigga went away Tryna get a crib in the burbs just to stay out the way But I be posted every day in the trenches with a drak Cause you say you solid I can still peep You fake Tried to back door me you tried to snake me For some pape You don't even know if I ate then you ate I'm from the trenches, they'll kill you if they see you tryna do great Why you tryna hate? I was breaking bread before I got my own plate Jumped off the porch as a youngin with a Glock 19 Big cuz had a 38, this shit real Breaking in them houses as a youngin with Big cuz just to steal Saying everything gon' be alright You know what it's like to go to the crib with no food or the lights Fam, don't really want you there Got a nigga stressing, finna pull out my hair You said you hold me down, I peep the envy in the air PTSD, I got scars, I don't like the show Cut some niggas off, they wasn't really tryna grow I like my bills blue Like I play for Buffalo, these streets cold as f*ck I keep a sweater like an eskimo Hush, lil baby, please don't make a sound I grew up in the trenches where it's hard to make it out I know some young kids in the grave, that's Why I always tote the chrome Shit, fucked up, this ain't the life that I chose Hush, lil baby, please don't make a sound I grew up in the trenches where it's hard to make it out I know some young kids in the grave, that's Why I always tote the chrome Shit, fucked up, this ain't the life that I chose Yeah, this shit real Breakin' in them houses with big cuz just To steal saying Everything gon' be alright Yeah, ShoutOut To Them Boys, man, Free The Guys