Trenches
We being nutritious thinking bout a meal ticket
Thinkin' he your friend but he watching your buckets
Niggas actin' weird when you gettin' real money
Niggas changin' every day, waking up with different feelings
If you my brother, you my brother for life
After all the shit we did, I'm happy that we alive
I put my soul in all my songs and at last
I'll be in my studio, spittin' fast, gettin' high
I ain't got time for no bullshit or no drama
But if they wholesome, you know we gon' break them choppers
While these niggas sleepin', we be working harder
They think we be stupid but we smarter
Yeah, yeah
Every day I be thinkin' bout my future
Fuck that gossip I don't care bout no rumours
They all fake how they be on a computer
We don't talk we be hangin' with them shooters
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these pussy niggas fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these fuck niggas fuck 'em all
We being nutritious thinking bout a meal ticket
Thinkin' he your friend but he watching your buckets
Niggas actin' weird when you gettin' real money
Niggas changin' every day, waking up with different feelings
If you my brother, you my brother for life
After all the shit we did, I'm happy that we alive
I put my soul in all my songs and at last
I'll be in my studio, spittin' fast, gettin' high
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these pussy niggas fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these fuck niggas fuck 'em all
Thinkin' he your friend but he watching your buckets
Niggas actin' weird when you gettin' real money
Niggas changin' every day, waking up with different feelings
If you my brother, you my brother for life
After all the shit we did, I'm happy that we alive
I put my soul in all my songs and at last
I'll be in my studio, spittin' fast, gettin' high
I ain't got time for no bullshit or no drama
But if they wholesome, you know we gon' break them choppers
While these niggas sleepin', we be working harder
They think we be stupid but we smarter
Yeah, yeah
Every day I be thinkin' bout my future
Fuck that gossip I don't care bout no rumours
They all fake how they be on a computer
We don't talk we be hangin' with them shooters
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these pussy niggas fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these fuck niggas fuck 'em all
We being nutritious thinking bout a meal ticket
Thinkin' he your friend but he watching your buckets
Niggas actin' weird when you gettin' real money
Niggas changin' every day, waking up with different feelings
If you my brother, you my brother for life
After all the shit we did, I'm happy that we alive
I put my soul in all my songs and at last
I'll be in my studio, spittin' fast, gettin' high
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these pussy niggas fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Tell these fuck niggas fuck 'em all
Credits
Writer(s): Ahmed Saghir, Kevin Tunis, Tite Kenneth Matafi
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