Trenches

I came from the trenches it not what it seem All that I had was my glock and a dream Extended the clip like we shooting a scene They flip like gymnastic when I get the beam Stacking so much it can't fit in my jeans Wanted a bag f*ck any means Catching a high on a contact I wanna get high on a private jet We adding it up yeah we doing math Dividing the snakes who live in the grass Remember them day I was skipping class To go get the money was selling pack Was working them blocks it was time to go It started to rain I ain't have a coat I pray to streets i don't lose my soul I'm feeling this pain i'ma let it go Brodie just died ain't no time to grieve Living by the code yeah it's tatted on my sleeve Ice in my veins but it's deeper than some demons Raised in the streets so I'm guessing this the reason Heart so cold you would think this shit steel Talking bout love man I got it off the will Cold lonely nights man I could've been killed Think about my son how that nigga gonna deal Gotta grind harder see I gotta be smarter Could've be worse if a nigga had a daughter Gotta be thankful for the shit a nigga got Nigga wanna play hit em up guess I'm pac Time moves on little nigga never stopping Time heals all so that Rolex gotta to cop it Dreaming of them diamond now my wrist a water faucet Did a lot of dirt now them skeleton are talking And they Ouu I like that What you do for the money Where yo bag at Now I'm trying to blaze something where the gas at Nigga hate for the money With they mad ass Talking hell'a shit nigga can you back that Stop 'em in they tracks and they ran it right back gotta bad ghetto bitch with a fat ass She won't raised from them trenches what it's like there I came from the trenches it not what it seem All that I had was my glock and a dream Extended the clip like we shooting a scene They flip like gymnastic when I get the beam Stacking so much it can't fit in my jeans Wanted a bag f*ck any means Catching a high on a contact I wanna get high on a private jet We adding it up yeah we doing math Dividing the snakes who live in the grass Remember them day I was skipping class To go get the money was selling pack Was working them blocks it was time to go It started to rain I ain't have a coat I pray to streets i don't lose my soul i'm feeling this pain i'ma let it go