Lyrics Murder - Baby J

I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin' honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain't no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don't flex it
When I shoot it I'm a blessed kid
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin' honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain't no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don't flex it
When I shoot it I'm a blessed kid

I remember being with the people I'm with now
Ain't no change in my style
I been living like this for a while
Crazy, I took me a mile
I was given only inches to determine how my life will play out
Playing with my options I will kill you no doubt
Now I keep a gun and a knife don't you play don't you foul
Blow
Bitch, I got 24 sticks in my house
So I come with a blip stick
Blood gonna drip in your trous'
Wow
There's another body my brother I gotta go catch it
I cannot sleep at night if I don't see no cabbage, brother
I'ma keep it real with you, bitch I kill people
Real people
Leave you dead for the news reel people
I think I might be addicted
To the pain I inflicted
I kinda just accept it
And my crew I rep it
I'ma kill a cracker, am I trippin'?

I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin' honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain't no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don't flex it
When I shoot it I'm a blessed kid
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin' honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain't no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don't flex it
When I shoot it I'm a blessed kid

It's a sad story I don't got no friends
I don't need them boy I got my pens
And I got my guns and I got my license
So I do a drive by on them again and again
Dog, I'm losin' my religion
When I get up out the trenches
I'ma still stick to killin'
World War II on these bitches
Let them feel it
I'ma go right off in a minute
I murder and kill wherever I be
Murder and kill whenever I see
A fuck nigga that be eyeing my green
That's just how us veterans be
Ima kill yo ass like Diddy did Biggie
Splatter yo brains with my gen 3 blicky
Pull up to your project and I shoot like Micky
Got my own bitch and I buss on her titty
Buzzin' off the Nikki
That shit make me trippy
I got the bars like I'm locked the fuck up
Bitch ass nigga what is up
You already know wassup
I keep up with the double cup
I can get you fucking touched
I am fuckin troublesome
I will steal your threes and run
That don't sound like treason, dun
All I got is racks and guns
And I use it just for fun

I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin' honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain't no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don't flex it
When I shoot it I'm a blessed kid
I been down bad in the trenches
Robbin' honkies for gold pennies
I stay strapped with automatics
Ain't no safety, you can check it, uh
I keep my Glock gun tucked
I don't flex it
When I shoot it I'm a blessed kid