Trenches lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
n*ggas prayin' on my downfall (Straight up)
These n*ggas prayin' on my downfall
Straight up from the bleachers, but I'm a different creature
I bring sh*t to the table, I ain't f*ckin' with no leechers (No)
Dope di*k, oh sh*t, I gave my b*tch a seizure (Damn)
Knew somethin' was weird when stepbro had a kitchen full of beakers
And he ain't no chem teacher (Yeah)
I looked up to that n*gga, then I looked up to the preacher, that's why a n*gga be preachin' (Preachin')
I can't f*ck with people who ain't passionate, I'm adamant
If it's my plan, it's elaborate
Dropped out of State, but a n*gga still done mastered it
If it's my sh*t, I'm smashin' it (Woah)
Your sh*t, I'm snatchin' it (Woah)
Holy Jesus, Lazarus
AI braids, so don't be talkin' 'bout no practice, b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
I done been around actors and activists
I can get money alone or collaborative
I can take a pic with a bad b*tch and afterwards she a badder b*tch, that's facts

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Yeah, I went to Cody and Dixon (Both)
Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin')
Call in some Coney, it's gon' be done in twenty minutes
Don't go up there without no strap, might have to bang it out with some n*ggas, wait, hold up
Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they ain't have no meaning in 'em
Pourin' Actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a n*gga
Yeah, she bad, but I can't wife her if she been seen with n*ggas
I'd rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy n*ggas
Like Mike dropped, I'm like, "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"
Unc' like, "Never wish you was another n*gga"
It ain't f*ck these n*ggas, but f*ck these n*ggas
Asked am I happy with this money? b*tch, I'm happy to be livin'
I was makin' a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen
I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them dishes
Ayy, I'm really from them trenches (Really)
n*gga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
Ayy, man, these n*ggas b*tches
If I don't do that real n*gga sh*t, how they gon' see it?
All these other rappers killers or drippin' like greasy pizza (Fake-ass n*ggas)
All that sh*t smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha (Yup)
Start talkin' to moon, God made me a different creature, ah
Remember when I almost gave up on this music sh*t? (I did)
Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a Boosie bid (I did, n*gga)
She see the Cuban, she gon' wanna get that coochie hit (Come here)
My chain got more f*ckin' colors than a Coogi fit
Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell 'em tell you how I feel (Tell 'em)
I thank God, he been workin' harder than the devil (Amen)
I'm a black rich felon with some hit records
Joy Road, what I been yellin', n*ggas been tellin' (n*gga)
Care 'bout a lot, but I don't give a f*ck 'bout what it cost (I don't)
You ain't gotta pay for nothin', b*tch, you with a boss (I got you)
Just don't go over your budget, that's gon' p*ss me off
They wanna know my cologne, can't let 'em get the sauce
Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (Never)
All that bein' a real n*gga sh*t ain't get me nowhere (Nowhere)
You love your hood? n*gga, f*ck your hood
See the world, go get a crib off the coast, live good
My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
n*ggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased (Dead)
Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?
God saved me with the rap game, even though this sh*t weird (sh*t weird)
Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that b*tch (Facts)
Fat ugly n*gga get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky (I do)
She gon' throw it back for a Moncler and 50-50s
On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
They ain't men, n*ggas b*tches
On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
Ayy, they ain't men, n*gga b*tches, you hear me?