Letter 2 The Trenches

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 Thanks for watching