Trenches (Remix)

[Chorus: Morray] I got love for the ghetto, love for the hood Love for the people that turn the bad into good Love for the people that think that it could be worse Love for the people that's putting their family first I got love for the ghetto, love for the hood Love for the people that turn the bad into good Love for the people that think that shit could be worse Love for the people that's putting their family first [Verse 1: Morray] Brеakfast in the morning, yeah it's finger lickin' good Bunch of laughs outsidе the window, kids playing in the hood Get dressed, step outside, and know today is gonna be good But I'm still on the high alert 'cause niggas still from the hood Everybody see the ghetto as being a bad place Where people run a muck, niggas stuck in a sad state They don't see the good times that outweigh the bad days In the hood we still smile to lighten up them dark caves Have a cookout, make the kids dance, then we share a couple laughs Pop a bottle, share it with my homies, nigga fuck a glass Bouta roll up, tell em hold up, pass the blunt before I spazz 'Cause its five niggas smoking on a dime bag of gas [Pre-Chorus: Morray] You don't need the type of things on TV Everything ain't always what it seems Everything is easier if you believe, if you believe [Chorus: Morray & Polo G] I got love for the ghetto, love for the hood Love for the people that turn the bad into good Love for the people that think that it could be worse Love for the people that's putting their family first I got love for the ghetto, love for the hood Love for the people that turn the bad into good Love for the people that think that shit could be worse Love for the people that's putting their family first (Uh) [Verse 2: Polo G] Grew up in the ghetto, know some savages with good hearts He smokin' on dead niggas every time that wood spark Remember I was fucked up, now my foreign in the hood parked You can beat the system if you street and book smart, checkmate Posted on them corners, he's just waitin' on his death date They went left on the road to riches, so I thank the Lord, I kept straight They say I'm the MVP, they ain't even seen my best play I done took some losses, type of shit to make your chest ache Wildin' with them TECs like we don't care 'bout what the ref say In the field, ballin' like the Mets, I only care 'bout what my checks say Now I'm hoppin' on and off of jets, I'm where the Nets play Never thought I'd make it, used to hope we'd see the next day [Chorus: Morray] I got love for the ghetto, love for the hood Love for the people that turn the bad into good Love for the people that think that it could be worse Love for the people that's putting their family first I got love for the ghetto, love for the hood Love for the people that turn the bad into good Love for the people that think that shit could be worse Love for the people that's putting their family first