Trenches

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 fuck 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
fuck 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
Fuck where you from fuck 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
Fuck where you from fuck 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)
Fuck where you from fuck 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
Fuck where you from fuck 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)
Fuck where you from fuck where you goin I'm from Da District
(Hoe I'm from da district)