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🎧 Intro — (Juice WRLD distant, echoing)
OooooOOOoooo 2x
I been in trenches I ain’t choose…
ones with mud, ones with blues,
ones with shells, ones with crews…
And both of ’em hurt the same, no lie…
Ayy…
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💣 Verse 1 — (MSD Bando raw truth × Juice melody)
Trenches in ‘14 had rats in the rain,
trenches in my block got rats in the drain.
Different century —
same stain,
same pain,
same body count with no name.
They was duckin’ mortars,
we duckin’ corner beefs.
They prayed for rations,
we pray the stove got heat.
Shells in the dirt,
shells in the street —
either way it’s metal
that decide who sleep.
I swear that mud ain’t different
from the hood when it flood.
One trench smell like gas,
one trench smell like blood.
But both got ghosts
that sit on your chest,
both teach you early
that peace ain’t blessed.
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🎶 Hook — (Juice WRLD heartbreak, confused pain)
I don’t know which trench hurt me more…
the one with the mud,
or the one by the store…
Both got the cold,
both got the fear,
both leave trauma
that last for years…
I don’t know which trench raised me right,
or which one tried to take my life…
Both of ’em carved my heart in half —
one with war,
one with aftermath.
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🔥 Verse 2 — (MSD Bando pressure)
WW1 trench had bayonets and fog,
hood trench got switches,
and angels in the smog.
They had whistles blow
before boys climbed ladders —
we get texts
before the beef gets badder.
Both trenches got orders
nobody question,
both trenches got pain
you call a lesson.
They wrote letters home
’cause they feared the night —
we call our bros
’cause the block ain’t right.
Dirt trench broke bones,
hood trench break souls —
one took limbs,
one take goals.
One trench got medals
for surviving the rain…
the other got trauma
you hide in your brain.
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🎶 Hook — (Juice WRLD floating melody)
I don’t know which trench hurt me more…
the one with the mud,
or the one by the store…
Both stole time,
both stole friends,
both the kinda hell
that never ends…
I don’t know which trench showed me love,
or which one tried to push me above…
Both of ’em made me numb and deep…
one with fear,
one with no sleep.
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💀 Verse 3 — (Bando cold, quiet rage × Juice emotional cracks)
Them WW1 trenches had bodies in piles,
hood trenches got murals
that stretch for miles.
One trench drown you
in rain and gas…
the other drown you
in trauma that last.
Both trenches steal dreams,
don’t matter the land —
both raise boys
to die as men.
I can’t lie —
when you grow up in trenches,
you don’t know love…
you only know defenses.
And I still don’t know
which trench I’m from —
both made me cold,
both made me numb.
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🌑 Outro — (Juice WRLD fading, humming)
Yeah…
mud or concrete…
it all cut deep…
Trench to trench…
pain to pain…
Different ground,
same stain…
OOOOOH
OoooOOOOooooooo...
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