Trenches (feat. Oschino Vasquez)

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 Fuck 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 Fuck 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