Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches

I do it for poverty

A lot of street niggas in fuckin′ with me you know?(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)

Real gang man

No I don't want yo′ apologizes

No, I don't drink on no Qualitest

My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist

I'm thinkin′ ′bout the hood, yea stealin' it

How you turn on me how you trade?

Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed

I had so much so much my shoulders couldn′t wait

I said (?) look at the people you played

Yeah I ain't lookin′ for no handouts

Ain't lookin′ for no handouts

I was addicted to shootouts

I'm in the trenches with Pluto

I got a stick at my bitch house

Now I take shits in a big house

I never carried the field

I gotta outwork my pills

I gotta suck on the test

I'm in the gutter for real

I love my brother for real

That was the pill on the slut

Can′t force it if he is my cut

Them choices will make you a mutt

Few years in the state

And the feds gave 200 months

Off percs and 200 blunts

I get head for 200 months

I mix Chanel with the Fetty

Shawty will kill you for singin′

Shawty be lit with the bitch

And I fucked twice in the Hemy

FNs tucked in the denims

High speed high speed

I lost guns in the (?)

And I put drugs in my mental

No I don't want yo′ apologizes

No I don't drink on no Qualitest

My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist

I′m thinkin' ′bout the hood, yea stealin' it

How you turn on me how you trade?

Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed

I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait

I said (?) look at the people you played

Yeah I ain′t lookin′ for no handouts

Ain't lookin′ for no handouts

We gon' ball with a anthem

Auntie went balled after the cancer

My uncle had died from stabbin′

I moved to the A now I'm dabbin′

Ride 43 with no license

The opps is thinkin' we ISIS

Fuck whoever don't like it

I nut her face ′cause she triflin′

You left me to die in a rot

You left me to die on the block

Wouldn't think I would rise to the top

But now I′mma ride with the Glock

I kill for my brothers who for me

I hate when niggas say you love me

Deep down wanna plug me

See me down be a bummy

You were my nigga til the trust I can't trust ′em

If I ever see 'em now I screamin′ fuck 'em

I ain't fuckin′ with no fool shit

He see me now he won′t do shit

And I'm ridin′ with my gang

No I don't want yo′ apologizes

No I don't drink on no Qualitest

My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist

I′m thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin′ it

How you turn on me how you trade?

Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed

I had so much so much my shoulders couldn′t wait

I said (?) look at the people you played

Yeah I ain't lookin′ for no handouts

Ain't lookin′ for no handouts