Live From The Trenches lyrics

[Intro]
(Danny G on the beat)
Yeah
On my mind, it's like Melly, free the guys, n*gga
Yeah, yeah, like
On my mind, it's like—
Free the guys, I got murder on my—
Like Melly, free the guys
What's up with this sh*t we rappin'—
(Damn, JakeSand)
(Bang that sh*t)
Yeah

[Verse]
I got murder on my mind just like Melly, free the guys
This ho weak as sh*t, we ran from the police, she let me drive
I be paranoid, so I don't do red lights or stop signs
You can't call my phone for nothin', I don't let hoes waste my time
n*ggas worse than hoes, actin' just like fans, I don't get it
If I kept hoopin', sh*t, I probably'd bе the best n*gga on the Pistons
Shе knew I'm live from the trap, you just livin' in it
I've been out of town so long, even my custos say they miss a n*gga
I woke up and made some money, now my pockets swole
Makin' thousands in my sleep, I got the cheat code
Her lil' bag, it cost some pape', I don't f*ck with cheap hoes
Couldn't afford that b*tch you had, she met the gang and she got repo'ed
Ain't never cryin' over no b*tch, I just ran my money up
She gon' call your phone again, she see you post a hundred plus
My new b*tch so f*ckin' bad, I think I got this ho by luck
I quit school, I'm tryna trap and get a Benz, like f*ck the bus
In the club, went to Shiesty home, can't even see my face (Yup)
n*ggas think I'm tryna rob, I'm tryna take your b*tch away
She gon' have more fun with me when she find out I'm gettin' pape'
Live crazy, these hoes suck the di*k before we go on a date
Get some money music, grab your money counter, n*gga, thumb through it
n*gga, turn your speakers up, go to the trap, might make a hundred to it
n*ggas actin' like they killers, I'm like, "Damn, that's what the drugs do?"
My n*ggas rich, we hit licks, ain't gotta sell 'em to the damn jeweler (My n*ggas)
You came up doin' this sh*t, my n*ggas vets
n*ggas turned you to a gangster, you a clown, a Chia pet
Doin' donuts, fishtailin' when I stab off in the 'Cat
She called me broke, I started laughin', I'm at the crib countin' some racks, yeah
[Outro]
She called me broke, I'm at the crib countin' some racks, n*gga