Trenches (All In This) lyrics

[Intro]
(DY Krazy)

[Chorus]
I used to play, but now I really put my all in this
The other day, I just sat down and I reminisce
Told shawty “Don’t feel disrespected if I call you “b*tch””
These n*ggas out here disrespectin' ain’t cut like this
And I spit so much pain, I know you feel it
And I straight wan' smoke, that beef, I gotta kill it
Straight out that Nawf, I came from them roaches to them riches
I’m on the main stage, I was posted in them trenches

[Verse 1]
I got an eighties ancient rug layin' in my kitchen
I got a monkey and a tiger sleepin' where I’m livin'
Just bought a rifle, so no more, I do not tote a glizzy
Just from the corner, I can zip 'em, you know I ain’t missin'
I’m rockin' all white, I’m fly as hell like a pigeon
Recordin' all night, Birman still in that kitchen
I ain’t got much, but swear this is one hell of a feeling
Got off my ass, I tried everything I knew to get it
I took some losses on them bricks, but I’m still dealin'
Let go that white, that’s part my life, so I forever get it
Since I watch Belly, I tried lockin' it up in the ceilin'
Step on the stage in the light, I got my n*ggas with me
And I still tell them people not to take no pictures
And I’m still arguin' with my girl about them b*tches
That fire up from the hip if you try to get me
I’m ridin' for all my n*ggas 'till I’m in the prison
[Chorus]
I used to play, but now I really put my all in this
The other day, I just sat down and I reminisce
Told shawty “Don’t feel disrespected if I call you “b*tch””
These n*ggas out here disrespectin' ain’t cut like this
And I spit so much pain, I know you feel it
And I straight wan' smoke, that beef, I gotta kill it
Straight out that Nawf, I came from them roaches to them riches
I’m on the main stage, I was posted in them trenches

[Verse 2]
Whole lotta swag, you know that I’m drippin'
Head on collision, I’m wreckin' the Bentley
Know that I’m with it, you play, I’ma spit
When they starin', I swear it’s temptin'
Swear that I’m loaded, I sit on the ceiling
Droppin' a bag, I’m killin' the city
You don’t like me? Then n*gga, kill me
Ride with that static, for real, really

[Chorus]
I used to play, but now I really put my all in this
The other day, I just sat down and I reminisce
Told shawty “Don’t feel disrespected if I call you “b*tch””
These n*ggas out here disrespectin' ain’t cut like this
And I spit so much pain, I know you feel it
And I straight wan' smoke, that beef, I gotta kill it
Straight out that Nawf, I came from them roaches to them riches
I’m on the main stage, I was posted in them trenches