Fredo Bang, Hunckho Bookie - Middle of the Trenches lyrics

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 nigga
Boy you gonna drown inside these streets
Your heart ain’t in it nigga
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 nigga know he wrong
Bih told me cut them niggas 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 nigga
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 nigga
Boy you gonna drown inside these streets
Your heart ain’t in it nigga
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 nigga know he wrong
Been told me cut them niggas 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 Nigga
He tried to fuck with my bm
I should’ve killed the nigga

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

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 Nigga want to be at home but with
The murders I’m stuck … yea jocing
These niggas speaking on my
Name these niggas talking
Yeah wish I was at home out here flossing
Attitude fucked put a Nigga 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

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