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Wounded By Trust
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wounded By Trust was released on July 28, 2023 by 8BM as a part of the album Wounded By Trust - Single
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Release DateJuly 28, 2023
Label8BM
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenny Kapps
Kenny Kapps
Songwriter

Lyrics

Abdul got them keys
8BM
This is for them members
Hard times
ADB, play that shit
Real hard
Anybody you done lost to the cell or a grave yard
You gon' feel this one
You gotta feel this one
You gon' feel it
Wounded by trust, these scars deep, no they won't heal again
At night time, the street comes alive and claim lots of men
I lost Lil Bib, I blame myself, but how could I prevent
Death in my city, when death the only thing it has to give
What's your definition of real? Tell me what is real
Say you love me, is it real? I don't feel it's real
I lost time, I lost years, how could I forget
I lost Trey 8, I lost Bibs, how could I forget
I swear I needed you the most, you walked away, so why should I forgive
I gave in, I let you in, betrayed me in the end
Open my mind, baptized in blood, I got a higher calling
It's dark in isolation cell, but darker in the coffin
My mama told me about Osama, I swear I damn near lost it
Lord please spare they lives, you know they don't know no better
And tell my daddy that I love him, please relay the message
And baby girl, I told lies, but shit, we all tell'em
Come from the streets, I done watched my own dogs perish
It's back to back, I know they get the message
Bloodshed, it left my hands messy
Slept in HabiJax, but we dreamed of mansions
Can have a bill, I'll still keep a weapon
The life I live is deadly, been through it all, I feel I can manage
I hid my pride when I gave you chances
Nice alone they was so depressing
You by my side, I'd probably feel better
We took some losses, but we still winners
Lost Lil Bibby, I lost that love feeling
Plenty nights I had my stomach empty
I'm talkin', slidin' on the opps
With a chopper, tryna get the job done
CO told me I was dumb, how I'll never see the sun
I even gave up on myself, fuck that shit, bitch, I'm here
I ain't tellin', bitch, I'm dyin' in this cell
On murder, on murder, on murder, on murder
I guess I'm dyin' in this cell
I guess I'm dyin' in
I ain't dyin', I prevail
You know the solid is strong, we always prevail
How can you fathom
How can you
You can't
The righteous always prevail
Loyalty is strength not numbers
Stand alone, stand by yourself
On the all ten like a grown man
Written by: Kenny Kapps
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