Rockstar From The Trenches (Explicit) - Stunna Gambino/Bizzy Banks

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When you pop up in my head I feel alone

I got a thing for prescriptions I'm in my zone

Oh for sure

Lil' baby I thought you knew I was a rockstar

I sing melodies don't confuse me for a pop star

I tote glocks and break hearts the top shotta

I pour a eighth of that ooh ah I'm dripping wockhardt

And when you pop up in my head I feel alone

I got a thing for prescriptions I'm in my zone

Can't trust a soul I keep my feelings on the low

My heart match wit' my wrist that boy so cold

Oh for sure

When you pop up in my head I feel so lonely

And we ain't gon' talk about the favors n***as owe me

I feel like 2k baby I miss the old streets

Mama miss the old me man I miss my dead n***as

My brother down for a body he in the feds with it

We catch you lacking no mercy we let that lead hit him

I gotta slow down on these percs it got my head spinning

We came a long way from the dirt now we some breadwinners

Sh*tted on them n***as and b***hes who ain't believe me

I was deep inside of them trenches and they ain't feed me

Tried to break my heart oops baby it ain't that easy

F**k her in a figure-four pa her to dubaleezy

Heavy on the sleazy tell me what that be 'bout

Hardheaded young n***a went and took the street route

Got it out the mud real n***a I don't need clout

I seen a n***a lose his life I watched him bleed out

I'm heartless I don't need love

I get a different type of high but I don't need ***

She got a different kind of vibe I think I need her

But I can't let her play me first

So I gotta leave her so I gotta leave her

That's how my mind work

'Cause I done spend too many times hurt uh

Too many times hurt

That's how my mind work

'Cause I done spent too many

Lil' baby I thought you knew I was a rockstar

I sing melodies don't confuse me for a pop star

I tote glocks and break hearts the top shotta

I pour a eighth of that ooh ah I'm dripping wockhardt

And when you pop up in my head I feel alone

I got a thing for prescriptions I'm in my zone

Can't trust a soul I keep my feelings on the low

My heart match wit' my wrist that boy so cold get money

Oh for sure like look uh

I take a yerky when I'm deep in my thoughts

Deep in my thoughts

Reminiscing 'bout the days on the porch like look

Lil' body I don't show no remorse

You can't bluff I'ma tell you to toss it like look what

I remember chasing b***hes now they chasing me

Now they chasing me

I left school and caught a f

Was getting a's and b's a's and b's

Since young n***as knew not to play with me

Dwade lebron james look n***as know

And n***as know I bring the chop wherever

I tell them n***as we don't talk

We just apply the pressure

We run up on 'em guns up on 'em

We'll pop whoever pop whoever

And if it's all about the money

She'll line whoever she'll what

Yeah she'll line whoever

N***a we ain't politicking with no broke boys with no broke boys

When it's raining back the 'brella out the rolls-royce

That n***a p***y in my city he make no noise

You disrespect me then you dead you left no choice

I guess they saying I'm the voice now I'm the voice now

Been in my feelings so it's hard to put the percs down

Put the percs down

Been sending bullets like I'm tryna get a first down

She said she loved me then she left

I guess it hurt now

I guess it hurt now

I put my pain in my verse now

She said what happened to that drill sound

So I'm guessing you don't drill now

So I'm guessing you don't drill now

Lil' baby I thought you knew I was a rockstar

I sing melodies don't confuse me for a pop star

I tote glocks and break hearts the top shotta

I pour a eighth of that ooh ah I'm dripping wockhardt

And when you pop up in my head I feel alone

I got a thing for prescriptions I'm in my zone

Can't trust a soul I keep my feelings on the low

My heart match wit' my wrist that boy so cold

Oh for sure

Rockstar

I sing melodies don't confuse me for a pop star

I tote glocks and break hearts the top shotta

I pour a eighth of that ooh ah I'm dripping wockhardt

And when you pop up in my head I feel alone

I got a thing for prescriptions I'm in my zone

Can't trust a soul I keep my feelings on the low

My heart match wit' my wrist that boy so cold