Trench Diaries

This like the trenches, diaries, my life feel like a movie Shawty lookin' thick as hell, I might smack her booty Takin' drugs, to the face, got my head loopy I'm givin' roses to my bitch like my bitch rubi I got stripes up in them streets I was walkin down on feet I ain't never had no bike But I always had my heat I ain't never had no friends But I'm always with my reapes I ain't tryna waste no time, stack my bread up then I eat Shoot his a, I'm still on feet They don't wanna feel this heat Yeah, I'm ridin' with my bros, keep the chopper in the Jeep If you run up on me wrong, best believe I play for keeps Got my shooters on the block, yeah they grinding while you sleep When you raised up in the trenches you learn life ain't never cheap Better watch out where you step cause my killers kill for free I got brothers in the system, I got family on the streets If they ever try to knock me down spin up on repeat I remember late nights, all the sirens and the screams Now I'm counting all this money tryna turn it into dreams Tryna get up on my level gotta know just what it means Gotta keep the chopper closed, cause it ain't what it seems If you run up on me wrong, best believe that I'm a squeeze Got my nigga on the block, they don't ask they don't freeze We ain't here to make no friends We just here to stack the cheese If you looking for a problem gotta bring it up with me If you looking for a problem gotta bring it up with me