James Brown Lyrics

He sleep, looking stupid

I be in the trenches, I be wit the bros

I be fucking bitches, I be fucking hoes

Straight up out the woe, all my niggas go

Youngin got a pole, all he know is blow

Yea I know a smoker, I already sold

Yea I know a killer, all he know is souls

It a cold world, better get a stove

If ya die young, have a old soul

I be in the trenches, I be wit the bros

I be fucking bitches, I be fucking hoes

Straight up out the woe, all my niggas go

Youngin got a pole, all he know is blow

Yea I know a smoker, I already sold

Yea I know a killer, all he know is souls

It a cold world, better get a stove

If ya die young, have a old soul

Old skool preaching, tryna give us hope

See the way we livin, all we know is dope

Saw my momma smoke a slab outta globe

Saw my cousin fuck a nigga for a roll

Yea I had it hard, yea I had it cold

Yea I lost a nigga, yea I lost a bro

Shot him in his head, all about a hoe

Sad thing about it

Bitch ain't hold

Everybody fold

Everybody told

You remain solid, you deserve gold

In the streets knowing that the streets vogue

Numb ya heartache, love the g code

Tryna get a check, tryna get a bag

They gon lock him up, nigga got a past

Oh you know my dad, still don't don't get a pass

Hit em for his stash, hit him for he flash

It's a cold world, everybody masked

I been doin me, everybody mad

Straight up out the trench, better get a pole

Or a twic card, nigga hit the road

Grams been straight, granny fixed a plate

I up been up late, plottin on escape

Pussy niggas hate, bitches in my face

Took her on a date, you know what she ate

I be on some shit some niggas wish they could

Im the chosen one from out my hood

And i know my brudda need a bag

So I put in work ta do the math

And I know my momma want a crib

And I know my daddy wanna live

But it's hard holding back tears

Nigga traumatized from the years, yea

I be in the trenches, I be wit the bros

I be fucking bitches, I be fucking hoes

Straight up out the woe, all my niggas go

Youngin got a pole, all he know is blow

Yea I know a smoker, I already sold

Yea I know a killer, all he know is souls

It a cold world, better get a stove

If ya die young, have a old soul

I be in the trenches, I be wit the bros

I be fucking bitches, I be fucking hoes

Straight up out the woe, all my niggas go

Youngin got a pole, all he know is blow

Yea I know a smoker, I already sold

Yea I know a killer, all he know is souls

It a cold world, better get a stove

If ya die young, have a old soul