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Battle wounds, ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a Casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in casket, brother let me down. Ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol brother Came up in the dungeon, learned to Function in the madness. Boy you need a compass And a Glock, they catch you lacking. Guns up in the river, no fingerprints on the Metal. Tryna board a man out, heard the reaper Got a special. Shedding tears reminiscing on my dog, Reminiscing it's a war zone. When you walk, you act calm. Keep your head down, let the lead blow. Ayy, uh, there's a body on the hilltop. Make a mess when the tech blast, feel death Pass. Grim Reaper put you in a box like I'm FedEx. I done seen your momma's baby on A T-shirt. Hit him where it hurt, I leave A mother in distress. If he think he hot, Bring him down like LeBron. Better act right or him in a beyond. '95, I was raised in the ruins. Life in the sewer, we was bred to be Shooters. Battle wounds, ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle casket, Brother let me down. Goddamn, damn. Hand on my soul can't go out mad. Boy, they tried to make a soldier out of Me, I came out a man. Lace up my Shoes, time to go, I'm ready, count me in. Everywhere I go I feel like war, this shit Feel like Iraq. Come out the house, no more Going back in. I'm fighting for mine, can't wait Till we win. I'm painting an eye this how It's gon' end. Say he gon' ride, can't trust All my friends. Lately been losing myself, they say That I'm crazy. Say he a gangster, that's how They, they made him. I give my all, won't Stop til they pay me I risk it, I risk it. Battle wounds, ro-ro-bodies In the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let Me down. Battle wounds, ro-ro-bodies in the Trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in a casket, brother let me down. Battle wounds, ro-ro-bodies in the trenches. Pistol in casket, brother let me down