Trenches lyrics

[Chorus]
Grew up in the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[Verse 1]
So ima poke a window I ain't tryna go broke
Before I struggle for a meal I'm probably up in a home
n*ggas brag when they help so I'll do it alone
I never got to be a kid I was forced to have grown
I hate the struggle n*gga
But that sh*t made me colder
See my pops get killed f*ck me up as I got older
Everyday a new battle I got demons on my shoulders
They telling me to kill for every single fallen soldier
Plus there's voices in my head
And all them n*ggas fell the same
They like f*ck this rap sh*t go make them n*ggas fell your pain
Stop writing all these songs
Hit the opps and bust a brain
Plus the angel on my shoulder and he begging me to change
But f*ck that
I'm tryna wipe they mind like the men and black
If we don't see em out we hold position
Then we spinning back
Never been on defense f*ck the opps we on full attack
And f*ck a peace treaty
Dumb n*gga we ain't into that
[Chorus]
Cause b*tch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

b*tch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[Verse 2]
Until I see we gon be straight I'll do whatever it takes
I'll rest when a n*gga dead I ain't taking no breaks
Why you f*cking with them suckas?
Baby we first place
I always knew one day I'll make it out of this place
And what prodigy say?
Only the fittest survive
I been through hell and came back
I'm just glad I'm alive
Aye ma look I'm on stage I think we gon be alright
Ima make it for it all including all them nights
Aye look I'm destined for greatness so I got shooters that'll blast for me
Your shooter tried that n*gga died you put your last homie
I swear I came a long way
Remember riding in the back seat
We hit them n*ggas block they get to running like a track meet
40 poppin
Shells flying boy you better duck
This time I swear you f*cked up boy you outta luck
Bouncing out with army weapons left that pus*y n*gga stuck
I would chill cause I got fans but I really don't give a f*ck
[Chorus]
Cause b*tch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

b*tch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery