Trenches (feat. Lil One The Champ)

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Jacoby James

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Im from the trenches
Runnin the block, jumpin fences
Trappin ta get me a plate
Duckin the mentions, dope addicts stuffin syringes
Momma just pray that I'm safe
I pay attention, niggas be actin like bitches, bitches ain't real as they say
She f*ck on anybody, she don't care about anybody, she don't care what they say
Im from the trenches
Paper plates all in da dishes, lost some niggas to the system
I got some issues, tears fallin down, f*ck a tissue, f*ck it I'll deal wit it lata
They would be proud of me
Damn my nigga you doubted me
Would you cross me's a probably
All this hate been surrounding me
I don't know how ta deal wit it, I been poppin these pills wit it but it's neva okay
How they lock up a real nigga, how took out a real nigga, how they do it, im stray
I'm from the trenches where niggas do run ups
You fresh on parole but you can't put yo gun up
Niggas wan kill you and bitches wan cut up
You know how it go so you know you can't f*ck up
They be hatin for no reason
They be sayin you a go back this season
They ion wanna see you winnin, it's killin em
All that fake shit, I swea I ain't feelin em
I remember them boys, I remember dem
I remember dem callin the people
I was jumpin the fences, hittin licks late, I was trippin, momma tried giving me wippins
I was just different, going thru hurt
Going thru all this pain inside
I remember I went hit me a lick
And I almost died that night
Yea nigga
Sleeping on sofas and roaches
Strugglin not ta lose focus
Niggas be jokin
Sending threats, usin emojis
Nigga you pussy and know it
I'm from the trenches
Where shit get crazy
Niggas be losing they babies
Screaming f*ck 12
Police be pulling up shady
Shakin the block like it's hati
I'm from the bayou
It be spooky how I'm stylin
Niggas ain't cut like I'm cut
Yuh
I put a deuce in my cup
Yuh
I got ya boo tryna f*ck
Yuh
Im from the trenches
Runnin the block, jumpin fences
Trappin ta get me a plate
Duckin the mentions, dope addicts stuffin syringes
Momma just pray that I'm safe
I pay attention, niggas be actin like bitches, bitches ain't real as they say
She f*ck on anybody, she don't care about anybody, she don't care what they say
Im from the trenches
Paper plates all in da dishes, lost some niggas to the system
I got some issues, tears fallin down, f*ck a tissue, f*ck it I'll deal wit it lata
They would be proud of me
Damn my nigga you doubted me
Would you cross me's a probably
All this hate been surrounding me
Aye
Im from trenches, I had to go find me a way to get paper cause nobody showed me
I had ta shoot with them niggas like curry
I'll probably die with my chopper like Kobe
I had ta joce in that cell with big molies but I turnt a wrist rubber band to a Rollie
Still was outside when that block was the coldest, shit I was too deep and that water weren't holy
Somebody pray for me please
I know the opposition wanna put me to death
Im holding court with that 30 like Steph
I got a switch on this bitch like a light
I get a drop, send them shooters tonight
Shid I don't wanna talk and they don't wanna fight
Hear this bitch clap , know it come with a drum
This K come from Russia, this bitch got a knife
Im off that block where them killers sweep thru wit a mop, you ain't never been dumb in yo life
Got betrayed by some niggas I trusted
When it's snake in your circle , it come with a price
Know that we thuggin out here, if he leap; he can lay wit the plummin so come with a pipe
Spin that bitch block, if we miss; we gone not only spin that bitch once, we gone come with it twice
When I was young I had noticed the cheese in the trap and the trenches was flooded with mice
I went to sleep having dreams of a Patek Philippe and them bitches was flooded with ice
It broke my heart when they told me they got at li bleeda, we needed him but it was nice
I'm from the streets where it's blood and triff
Know that I keep me a gun through the night, 3
Im from the trenches
Runnin the block, jumpin fences
Trappin ta get me a plate
Duckin the mentions, dope addicts stuffin syringes
Momma just pray that I'm safe
I pay attention, niggas be actin like bitches, bitches ain't real as they say
She f*ck on anybody, she don't care about anybody, she don't care what they say
Im from the trenches
Paper plates all in da dishes, lost some niggas to the system
I got some issues, tears fallin down, f*ck a tissue, f*ck it I'll deal wit it lata
They would be proud of me
Damn my nigga you doubted me
Would you cross me's a probably
All this hate been surrounding me

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