Trenches (feat. Fatal Lucciauno)

I was taught to get the money nigga Feed the family good n neva back down Wake up Fresh n Load a stick into da 40 Cock fo a nigga bounce out Came up in da Trenches wit the Hustlas n da Killa’s This is my town had to fight depression Having zero dollars really had me n my niggas stressed out Swipin wit the scammers staying out the cameras momma sayin Boi you fuckin up Pockets litty nigga wit the shits if it’s a Lick Then bitch Im bout double up Scowling faces from them niggas hatin cause they see a youngin really coming up I ain’t got no homies just some loaded 40’s wit wit the hollows try us Bet they f*ck you up Shout to all my niggas stayed down Can’t believe it how we came up Lucciauno was the code nigga Fatal wit me thats from Day one Family over everything nigga Came in I’m wit same ones Yelling free all my niggas that locked back f*ck 12 ain’t no cages could tame us I don’t need permission Mama get the scissors I be cuttin up Hoe I’m in da Trenches I don’t need ya love I don’t trust you bitches F*ck where you from f*ck where going less it’s to da benjis I don’t need permission Mama grab the scissors I be cuttin up Hoe I’m in the Trenches I don’t need ya luv I don’t trust you niggas F*ck where you from f*ck where you goin I’m from Da District (Hoe I’m from the district) I don’t need permission (I don’t need permission) Mama grab da scissors (Mama grab da scissors) I be cuttin up (I be cuttin up) Hoe I’m in da Trenches (Hoe I’m from trenches) I don’t need ya love (I don’t need ya love) I don’t trust you niggas (I don’t trust you bitches) F*ck where you from f*ck where you goin I’m from Da District (Hoe I’m from da district) Ahhh shit Should I naaah I can’t tell the whole shit Nights I had to flip a whole zip Nights I had to bust a Whole clip Smoking roaches had no clips Fay you got a joog Noooo bitch Out here the devil like a slow drip Like an I.V. that’s some cold shit think about it Carry villains in the background To deny his existence Reveals the weakness Me I’d rather keep it Never back down That’s a chip on the shoulder reference young and deadly But my parents’ll whoop my ass if I didn’t give the lord my reverence Cocaine scholarships Now the lords’ in Question Fucked up too! Temptation really scared my essence But when hungry on cherry You learn to curve direction In turn you serve obsession All the wisdom I was receiving really needed them checks then But to G is so depressing When the homies start confessing And you gotta stare with the “Nigga did you really do that” face (Fay) I don’t need permission Mama grab the scissors I be cuttin up Hoe I’m in the Trenches I don’t need ya luv I don’t trust you niggas F*ck where you from f*ck where you goin I’m from Da District (Hoe I’m from da district) I don’t need permission (I don’t need permission) Mama grab the scissors (Mama grab the scissors) I be cuttin up (I be cuttin up) Hoe I’m in da Trenches (Hoe I’m from trenches) I don’t need ya love (I don’t need ya love) I don’t trust you niggas (I don’t trust you bitches) F*ck where you from f*ck where you goin I’m from Da District (Hoe I’m from da district)