Rich

Young nigga really came up from the trenches
Jumped off the porch mane I had to go get it
All that fake shit man I had to keep my distance
I'm from the country bitch so I'm use to chasing chicken
Young nigga really came up from the trenches
Jumped off the porch mane I had to go get it
All that fake shit man I had to keep my distance
I'm from the country bitch so I'm use to chasing chicken

If I know one thing ima get it
Came from the struggle so I rep the trenches
You don't know shit about penny pitching
Why they give my little brother a big sentence
Everyday I swear it's like I'm getting better
Let me show you how to move in stormy weather
Team full of bitches you ain't got no steppers
Me and mine all we know is apply pressure
Yea I go hard I can never let up
Nigga say he better then me shut up bet up
To much disrespect a get you wet up
I don't know nobody do it better
Pride myself to roll with real steppers
Then type Niggas they a get you wet up
Half these bitches yelling they be telling
Ion hear or see the shit like I'm Helen
You can catch two to your cerebellum
Mob ties body parts we will mail them
Ion think I've gone heal this type of swelling
Bet you think twice for you bet against him
Chopper big as hell have you squinting like
Winston
Told them quit the bitch yungin go the distance
Hit yo ass with two just for flinching

Young nigga really came up from the trenches
Jumped off the porch mane I had to go get it
All that fake shit man I had to keep my distance
I'm from the country bitch so I'm use to chasing chicken
Young nigga really came up from the trenches
Jumped off the porch mane I had to go get it
All that fake shit man I had to keep my distance
I'm from the country bitch so I'm use to chasing chicken



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Writer(s): Kendall Hawkins
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