Hunckho Bookie:

In the middle of the trenches, I can’t leave my house if I ain’t got my pistol with me
Lil Kobie dead, On God I wish he was in prison
These streets get colder than a blizzard when the sun goes down
Refuse to be a victim. My sister baby daddy hit her, I almost killed him
They say don’t die up in these streets, your little boy needs you n***a
Boy you gonna drown inside these streets, your heart ain’t in it n***a
Ma said don’t let me catch out there by the corner store, shе went to sleep and I was right there by thе corner store
He tried to sell me a fake gun that n***a know he wrong, bih told me cut them n***as off but I’m still holding on
They locked my dawg back up, they gave him 20
Damn near a quarter and he was hoping for a nickel
Ain’t posed to fuck with him like that but I still miss the n***a

In the middle of the trenches, I can’t leave my house if I ain’t got my pistol with me
Lil Kobie dead, On God I wish he was in prison
These streets get colder than a blizzard when the sun goes down
Refuse to be a victim. My sister baby daddy hit her, I almost killed him
Zo say don’t die up in these streets, your little boy needs you n***a
Boy you gonna drown inside these streets, your heart ain’t in it n***a
Ma said don’t let me catch out there by the corner store, she went to sleep and I was right there by the corner store
Tee tried to sell me a fake gun that n***a know he wrong, been told me cut them n***as off but I’m still holding on
They locked my dawg back up again & gave him 20
Damn near a quarter and he was hoping for a nickel
Ain’t posed to fuck with him like that but I still miss the N***a … he tried to fuck with my bm I should’ve killed the n***a …

When the sun goes down
Hard headed kid, my mama told me slow down
They want me dead, 2 choppas when we roll round
Glock in my hand, the police told me show mine
In the middle of the trenches
I can’t leave my house if I ain’t got my pistol with me
Lil Kobie dead, On God I wish he was in prison
These streets get colder than a blizzard when the sun goes down

Fredo Bang:
Hard headed as fuck, the 40 be tucked
Mama told me don’t be spinning but you know that I upped
They slapped a 7 on my life, I was shit out of luck
Young N***a want to be at home but with the murders I’m stuck … yea jocing
These n***as speaking on my name these n***as talking
Yeah wish I was at home out here flossing
Attitude fucked put a N***a in the coffin
My mama try to pray for me, maybe it worked, maybe it didn’t
I’m still out here stepping with the glizzy
They say they loved me when I left, they ain’t miss me
I’m with that murder phone booming shit busy
Pussy you can get it

Hunckho Bookie:
In the middle of the trenches, I can’t leave my house if I ain’t got my pistol with me
Lil Kobie dead, On God I wish he was in prison
These streets get colder than a blizzard when the sun goes down