Stunna Gambino – Rockstar From The Trenches ft. Bizzy Banks

Stunna Gambino – Rockstar From The Trenches ft. Bizzy Banks Lyrics Letra:
hook
lil baby I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies don’t confuse me for a popstar
I tote Glocks and break hearts the top shotta
I pour a eight of that ouuu 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 , yea oh for sure

Stunna Gambino
when you pop up in my head I feel so lonely
and we aint gon talk about the favors niggas owe me
I feel like 2k baby I miss the old streets
mama miss the old me
man I miss my dead niggas
my brother down for a body he in the feds with it
we catch you lacking no mercy we let that led hit him
I gotta slow down on these perks it got my head spinning
we came a long way from the dirt now we some breadwinners
Shitted on them niggas and bitches who aint believe me
I was deep inside of them trenches and they aint feed me
Tried to break my heart opps baby it aint that easy
fuck her in a figure for pass it to dude berleezy (?)
Heavy on the sleezy
Tell me what that be bout
Hard headed young nigga when and took the street route
Got it out the mud real nigga I don’t need clout
I seen a nigga lose his life I watched him bleed out
Im heartless I don’t need love
I get a different type of high but I don’t need drugs
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
Thats how my mind work , cuz I done spend to many times hurt
Thats how my mind work , cuz I done spend to many –

Hook
lil baby I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies don’t confuse me for a popstar
I tote Glocks and break hearts the top shotta
I pour a eight of that ouuu 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 , yea oh for sure

Bizzy Banks
I take a yerky when I deep in my thoughts , reminiscing bout them days on the porch like look
Lil body I don’t show no remorse , you can’t bluff I’m tell you to toss like look
I remember chasing bitches now they chasing me , I left school and caught a f was getting As and Bs
Since young niggas knew not to play with me , DWayne Lebron James niggas know I made it heat
And niggas know I bring the chop wherever , I tell em niggas we don’t talk we just apply that pressure
We run up on guns up on em we will pop whoever and if its all about the money she will line whoever yea she will line whoever
we aint politicking with no broke boys , when its raining black umbrella out the rolls Royce
That nigga pussy in my city he make no noise ,you disrespect then u dead u left no choice
I guess they saying I’m the voice now. , been in my feeling so its hard to put the perks down , been sending bullets like im 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 im guessing you don’t drill now

Hook
lil baby I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies don’t confuse me for a popstar
I tote Glocks and break hearts the top shotta
I pour a eight of that ouuu 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

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