BabieRue - Factual Speaking Lyrics

Hush lil baby please don't make a sound I grew up in the trenches where it's hard to
Make it out I know some youngins in the grave that's why
I always tote the chrome Shit f*cked up, this ain't the life that
I chose Cutty in the feds for 10 years, that shit

Bold He bang a nigga line every day
I ain't been the same since my nigga went away Tryna get a crib in the burbs just to stay out
The way But I be posted every day in the trenches
With a drak Cause you say you solid I can still peep

You fake Tried to back door me you tried to snake me
For some pape You don't even know if I ate then you ate
I'm from the trenches, they'll kill you if they see you tryna do great
Why you tryna hate? I was breaking bread before I got my own plate

Jumped off the porch as a youngin with a Glock 19
Big cuz had a 38, this shit real Breaking in them houses as a youngin with
Big cuz just to steal Saying everything gon' be alright
You know what it's like to go to the crib with no food or the lights

Fam, don't really want you there Got a nigga stressing, finna pull out my hair
You said you hold me down, I peep the envy in the air
PTSD, I got scars, I don't like the show Cut some niggas off, they wasn't really tryna
Grow I like my bills blue

Like I play for Buffalo, these streets cold as f*ck
I keep a sweater like an eskimo
Hush, lil baby, please don't make a sound I grew up in the trenches where it's hard
To make it out I know some young kids in the grave, that's

Why I always tote the chrome
Shit, f*cked up, this ain't the life that I chose
Hush, lil baby, please don't make a sound I grew up in the trenches where it's hard
To make it out I know some young kids in the grave, that's

Why I always tote the chrome
Shit, f*cked up, this ain't the life that I chose
Yeah, this shit real Breakin' in them houses with big cuz just
To steal saying Everything gon' be alright

Yeah, ShoutOut To Them Boys, man, Free The Guys