Trenches (feat. Oschino Vasquez)

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Uh, Vasquez, tryn get out the trenches
Drivin' ambition
It's not Jigga, man
It's the Trigga, man
No Roc Nation
You just getting rocked
40-40 club, no it's not
Two 40's on me
That's the 40 Glock
Box of bullets
Only Time he box
Put him in the box
Like he s dots
Like the Lex drop
Wearing dress socks
I slide up
You hear the tech pop
This is it nigga
I gotta get out the trenches
I made it out of them trenches
I can not sit on no benches
Stay away from them bad intentions
Gotta cover my momma expenses
I made it out of them trenches
With niggas that want you to fold
In the streets will come after your soul
So make sure that you stay with your pole
I made it out of them trenches
I can not sit on no benches
Stay away from them bad intentions
Gotta cover my momma expenses
I made it out of them trenches
With niggas that want you to fold
In the streets will come after your soul
So make sure that you stay with your pole
I made it out of them trenches
With niggas that left me for dead
Turned on me over bread
So I stay with the strap in the bed
Never trust no one willing to beg
Niggas change when you can't keep them fed
Instead of grinding
They'll snake you instead
Tunnel vision, only focused ahead
Got some shit you gotta differentiate
Keep them fucked niggas from your dinner plate
I be riding
Call me Mr. Interstate
F*ck you talking
When you got a pending case
That's weird
Stay to myself
You niggas ain't invited
Fucking with y'all
A nigga get indicted
Couple of bands make your bitch get excited
Maneuver the gang
So everything private
I don't trust nobody
Everybody do you dirty
Can't even beef with niggas
They'll snitch in a hurry
I'm just tryn to do me
Tryn count paper
Till I hit a mill
Coming where I'm from
Dog, it shoot shoot
Or get killed
These niggas in these streets got no love
You can't trust a soul, even blood
So I suggest
You get from round here
F*ck around
And shit gone get real round here
I made it out of them trenches
I can not sit on no benches
Stay away from them bad intentions
Gotta cover my momma expenses
I made it out of them trenches
With niggas that want you to fold
In the streets will come after your soul
So make sure that you stay with your pole
I made it out of them trenches
I can not sit on no benches
Stay away from them bad intentions
Gotta cover my momma expenses
I made it out of them trenches
With niggas that want you to fold
In the streets will come after your soul
So make sure that you stay with your pole
Got out the trenches
To hustle relentless
We ran out of hope
So it's dope on the dishes
The murders be senseless
The burners got switches
Another gymnasium
It's safer in prison
Bang, bang, gang orangutan
High speed pursuit
Switching lane to lane
Niggas say my name
In that pain of rain
Shit not a joke
This aint Damon Wayne
The blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Bigger your bags
The faster a coupe
Keep the sedan
Just give me the coupe
Bag a whole brick
Move it right off the stoop
We was dead broke
But I knew we would eat
Black A50 with the bright red seats
Ice in Medallion
Feeling like Big Meech
Put you on ice, corpse
Living dead meat
We fill up the graveyards
Fill up the prisons
Odds is against us
To get out the trenches
I had that drive and ambition
The grind and commitment
My mind is divine, shit
I always had visions
God on my side had divine intervention
You know I ride
I bomb competition
I do my time
Then slide out the prison
House so big
Still can't find the kitchen
Minaj et twa
I can't find the time
Shit's grind time
Tryn find a line
Ya right hand
Plotting on your demise
Say he love you
But his eyes can't hide the lies
They kidnap ya son
They want 200 racks
You pay the ransom
They don't give him back
These are the trenches
These are the trenches
I made it out of them trenches
I can not sit on no benches
Stay away from them bad intentions
Gotta cover my momma expenses
I made it out of them trenches
With niggas that want you to fold
In the streets will come after your soul
So make sure that you stay with your pole
I made it out of them trenches
I can not sit on no benches
Stay away from them bad intentions
Gotta cover my momma expenses
I made it out of them trenches
With niggas that want you to fold
In the streets will come after your soul
So make sure that you stay with your pole

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