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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