Out the Trenches

I'm a underdog problem solver hustle get a check
Came from rags to riches how you think I won't die bout respect
Hustle and ambition, they ain't got none of that
Secret competition with my people had me falling back
God keep blessing me know I'm next to be
People testing me
I keep meeting bitches tell they feelings through me sexually
Got them feeling turnt they motivated when they next to me
I get Innat Mode run up on me nigga test a g
Suicides, Homicides fucked up world don't never know
I hot boxed the whip off so much dope hope I don't lose control
Granny died don't got time to feel that shit had hurt my heart
Reminiscing feelings bout my past but don't know where to start
That's just the mood I'm in niggas be pretend I can't make amends
Took so many losses in this shit that I can't wait to win
Pray to god I'm committing sins
I can write a verse and I don't need a pen
I keep causing problems for myself this shit don't never end
Whip it's push to start
I just hit that button
If it ain't bout money you ain't gang ain't know discussion
And this hating and this jealousy beneath me
Talk behind my back but buddy buddy when they see me
I took off like damn that nigga hot now they like who is that
I show love to people took advantage guess what come with that
Reminisce bout cuzzo in my head I can't get 'em back
Don't play with my family that a get you whacked

And you can tell just how I'm living
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches
Love come with that hate so can you tell me what'd the difference
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches
And you can tell just how I'm living
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches
Love come with that hate so can you tell me what's the difference
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches

I come from the bottom from the poor
I'm who bitches they ignored
Now I make them give me top and when I fuck I press record
How the fuck you call me gang you wasn't never there
Stay up in yo lane you ain't from over hea
I can't keep on rapping for the free
Pay me for the verse
I get in my feelings bout my bitch admit it kind of hurt
I know niggas leeching for some money they don't never work
Streets leave you in jail or six feet in the dirt
Pops died was young as fuck
Wishing dad you would of stayed
Rolling up backwoods to get through the pain
I'm smoking on Backwoods cause it keep me sane
This 3.5 roll it bitch I smoke it face it to the brain
Bitches and designer nigga that don't make you rich
I watched niggas switch up change they life about a bitch
Just-O so much pressure that little nigga never miss
In this bitch with StevO pressure point we making hits

And you can tell just how I'm living
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches
Love come with that hate so can you tell me what'd the difference
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches
And you can tell just how I'm living
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches
Love come with that hate so can you tell me what's the difference
I'm just trynna make it Out The Trenches