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I made it out da trenches, I'm da n*gga they should clap for
They gotta come at me straight i put them killas at the back door
Ran me up some Pap, that shot just gave me room to stack more
We made a pack he plat that sh*t ain't even what i asked for

Youngin claim its real work, they put em on reddit
I know rappers where I'm from really be out here gettin wetted
And I let da trap relax, but that sh*t can snap if i let it
Five n*ggas, one Opp
And everybody taking credit
I went up a half a ticket in a year just off streams
Real life lit, I be f*cking them b*tches in my dreams
And 3 thousand on some Jordans, remember when i did McQueen
They taking pics wit racks, that sh*t ain't even enough for my jeans
I was two deep in da trenches, I was been suppose to chill
n*ggas lyin in they rap like its to hard to keep it real
She know she bring me dat drop, I got no problem payin bill
I know this sh*t federal but f*ck it imma say it still
Really slept all inna trap, now I be sleep runnin up racks
I gave all my shordies packs, they all going get rich off they jacks
n*ggas know we never cap, and this ain't that we speaking facts
Tic for tac until they clap, she give that cat up inna scat
f*ck Ya n*gga, he a lame, everybody know we dangerous
All my n*ggas like me, no we can be distinguished
She f*ck me Cuz I'm famous, she barley speak my language
Left da payment, we enjoy them sticks like we be gamin
I made it out da trenches, im da n*gga they should clap for
They gotta come at me straight i put them killas at the back door
Ran me up some Pap, that shot just gave me room to stack more
We made a pack he plat that sh*t ain't even what I asked for