Trenches

It’s a storm soon as them choppers get the busting 9 Out But they gone slide out Motion to the left so now we wide out Hold on take a timeout Breathe It’s yo moment you could shine now This what you been grinding for all this time now Ambulance they make it to the scene Momma crying on her knees DOA That’s another tragedy He was only 16 Trying to ball like Gasol With some rings Now he laid up next to uncle Gregory They taking credits From the youth Living in the tranches Trying to get it How he pose to ball Is he pose to fall I was a Shordie Living in the trenches All I had was a vision He can’t see it all Niggas ain’t helping they dawgs I’m multiplying all my digits Can’t subtract funds We gotta add em up Stack up ya funds It’s little shordies buying guns All he wanted was to see hunds Now he counting up all the ones Who spoke crazy Take that ride He ain’t never coming home They taking credits From the youth Living in the tranches Tryna get it How he pose to ball Is he pose to fall I was a Shordie Living in the trenches All I had was a vision He can’t see it all Niggas ain’t helping they dawgs I’m multiplying all my digits Can’t subtract funds We gotta add em up Stack up ya funds It’s little shordies buying guns All he wanted was to see hunds Now he counting up all the ones Who spoke crazy Take that ride He ain’t never coming home I was 15 and I was grown Been could hold it on my own Been hitting momma phone Man I gotta put her own She been working so long I been going so strong You just gotta hold on I put my pain in every song But it ain’t pain in every song Cause God done blessed me in some good ways With some good days Sunshine wash the rain away I’m seeing better days In due time Ima let it rain Ain’t no hesitate One shot We gone let it rain I need a Bessel face Bust down Put it in her face She got exotic taste So when I see her Ask her how it taste And we don't go on dates But ima show her what this money make And how this money talk And when I talk gold on my teeth Bleeding on my feet But it ain’t bragging God be blessing me I let my Blessings speak One word We gone let it speak One code Jwett for weeks One spoof Clean a sweep No script Got the bins Smack for giffys Come home wit 10 They taking credits From the youth Living in the tranches Trying to get it How he pose to ball Is he pose to fall I was a Shordie Living in the trenches All I had was a vision He can’t see it all Niggas ain’t helping they dawgs I’m multiplying all my digits Can’t subtract funds Gotta add em up Stack up ya funds It’s little shordies buying guns All he wanted was to see hunds Now he counting up all the ones Who spoke crazy Take that ride He ain’t never coming home