Trenches (Prod. by Nevermore)

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Brooklyn, mad street, putnam ave, I miss you nevermore, Bushwick
Started off hustle was hustlin', I came from the bottom where nobody wanted me
Never would let no one get one up on me, honestly, who you think really could f*ck with me
Not even a clone of me, couldn't keep up with me, I got on my shit, now they can't get enough of me

I feed her this pipe, she gon' fall in love with me, she says she a pro, now she tryna run from it
Never be lonely and sad, hustle, I stay in my bag
We poppin' them bottles like we poppin' them tags, you f*ck up my vibe, but we on your ass
We f*ck up the club, no wonder they mad, f*ck up the stage, and collectin' a bag

One foot on they necks and one foot on the gas, I address any rumors, expose any cap
I come from the trenches my nigga, I ain't rappin', I trap, I'm just ventin', lil' nigga
No, this not a game, I don't play, lil' nigga, I sit and I smoke, I just pray for you niggas
No wonder why I hustle, don't rock with you niggas, ya talk more than bitches, I pop on you niggas

Send me the loc, got the drop on you niggas, Young I'm on fire, no stoppin' me, nigga
I come from the trenches, no fuckin' me over
A chef in the kitchen, How I'm mixin' the soda
I knew how to cook, before I had a diploma

I whip and I whip and I whip till it swoll up
I come from the trenches, no fuckin' me over
A chef in the kitchen, How I'm mixin' the soda
I knew how to cook, before I had a diploma

I whip and I whip and I whip till it swoll up
By the end of the night, she be callin' me over
This shit on my waist, ain't no gun in her holster
Brooklyn we back, shout out to Hova

I don't need a McLaren, I'm fly in a Rover
Count aint on point, she gon' be baggin' it over
I am that nigga, I thought I done told ya
All these lights and this fame, I bet he gon' fold up

Once I see red, ain't no stoppin', no holdups
Hold up, stand back
I just raced a demon in my Hellcat
Plug hit me up, he bout to mail that

I'ma apply pressure before I fall back
Nigga might be nice, but you ain't all that
You hurt tracks, I leave them dead, you ain't on that
Hard-headed ass, y'all niggas need hard hats

For real
Niggas be pissin' me off
All of that rappin' and trappin', you still got no car
F*ck is you doin'? Believe me, boy

If I had no wheels, I'd be pimpin' out yours
I come from the trenches, my nigga
I ain't rappin', I trap, I'm just ventin', lil' nigga
No, this not a game, I don't play, lil' nigga

Sit and, I smoke, I just pray for you, niggas
No wonder why I hustle, don't rock with you, niggas
Yeah, I took more than bitches, I pop on you, niggas
Send me the loc, got the drop on you, niggas

Young, I'm on fire, ain't no stoppin' me, nigga
I come from the trenches
No fuckin' me over
Chef in the kitchen, How I'm mixin' the soda

I knew how to cook, before I had a diploma
I whip and I whip and I whip till it swoll up
I come from the trenches
Chef in the kitchen, I'm mixin' the soda

I knew how to cook, before I had a diploma
I whip and I whip and I whip till it swoll up

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