Left The Trenches

Pan a serious note mi wah big up my modda like no odda

Back a yard, man come out di gutta from bread for my suppa

In e trench dem man was light and I was blacka

Never feel left out pan road, 'cause it never bin Matta

Inna dark my soul tun Fredy, no light, shank up Krueger

Mi done seek it, she link up spot fuh di meeting

That ting, fuh the team, she's treeshin

This evening fuh no reason, my gyel was Lucifer, Demon

From home, we home we don't bawl

My man a gangsta, we don't fall

When Drilla come thru ting crucial

All the vibes opp man gimme nutral

When Bullet a fly tings plural

No singular if tings brutal

Bun nervousness, Jimmy Neutron

Wey yio know 'bout Jakes pan Newman

If somebody tell it's my gyel, that's Susan

Dat a pagan business hold on cyar say nun

No comment pan a rat like you cyar prevent

Yio speak it's fluent

And frequent not ones but on multiple events

Pan gyal like you cyar depend

How Yio bad sooo?

In e trenches, trenches

Trenches, In e trenches

In e trenches, trenches

Trenches, In e trenches

Yo my boii victor, boii hold that clout my mista

A who yio wah bad up my granny, my mother

Never gine pay respect to no bluffa

Now bad man step Yio wah studda

Mek sure Yio fam don't find Yio inna gutta

Bring that Obea ting up gainst nana

Feds might jail mi this rasclat summa

Murda she wrote, that's from my motha

Murda she wrote

Murda she wrote, dem ah ball out fah

Murda she wrote, dem ah ball out fah

Don't ring up mi phone, yio don't pay mi bill

Mi n you never dey mek y'a ring mi still

Man hang that shit up done it done it

Bruk up di phone and bun it

In e trenches, trenches

Trenches, In e trenches

In e trenches, trenches

Trenches, In e trenches

In e trenches, trenches

Trenches, In e trenches

In e trenches, trenches

Trenches, In e trenches