4DaTrenches

Put on for the trenches This shit right here for the hustlers, the dealers The burglars yeah, yeah, yeah Good hearted niggas don't play about their family Turned murderers, yeah, yeah, yeah Folks will do what they can just to get by But nobody's heard of them, yeah, yeah, yeah The voice of the voiceless May make some bad choices But tell me who's really to blame? The system been twisted Fucked up since the beginning But we about to make that shit change Cause we run the cities, without us they shitty So nigga let's turn up the flames Let's make them feel us nah Nah, let's make them fear us Cause nigga I'm tired of the games Nigga I'm tired of the games Let's put on for the trenches I'm from the trenches Where fathers face life inside prison Or die to a system that made them insane Mothers left with their children, no money to eat Don't know how they gon' get through the day The children grow up to be dealers and dope boys Just so that they bills can get paid They grind on the come up From sundown to sunup They selling lil' bags of cocaine Knowing if they get caught up They finna get locked up They just like they daddies, in chains You either hoop til you throw up Make music and blow up Or you give your life to the gangs This shit get malicious, these niggas is twisted They live and they die by the flame Let's put on for the trenches This shit right here for the hustlers, the dealers The burglars, yeah, yeah, yeah Good hearted niggas don't play about their family Turned murderers, yeah, yeah, yeah Folks who do what they can just to get by But nobody's heard of them, yeah, yeah, yeah So I'ma make sure that you've heard of them Let's put on for the trenches Let's go