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Trenches
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Montana of 300
Featuring(s) : Don D
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All this killing in my city All that money I done went through All this weight up on my plate, y'all Thought it was impossible All this killing in my city, shit is senseless All that money I went through I shouldn't've spent it All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it It felt impossible but I was on a mission It's fuck around and fuck you too if you against this I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches Make it out them trenches Make it out them trenches Ain't from no block, shit I was raised up in them buildings We was known for getting money and them killers All my niggas failing so they drug-dealing No Tekashi 6ix9ine, we ain't snitching Since I lost my niggas, I'm talking about Boochi and Chris You see that pain in my eyes You see that gun on my hip You know them niggas are lost Don't know the shit that I faced Gotta ride around with that hammer Just staying alive in my city Don't let a nigga finesse you 'Cause you know niggas get greedy I feel sorry for lil' homie He growing up with no hope His daddy off up in prison, his momma fuck with the coke He see an opp up in public, he got it on him, he blow It ain't no right', it ain't no wrong in my city These bitches scheme, these niggas hate me, this shit is wicked All this sex-trafficking they smashin' up our women Funerals packed, these mother’s cryin’, this shit is senseless All this killing in my city, shit is senseless All that money I went through I shouldn't've spent it All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it It felt impossible but I was on a mission It's fuck around and fuck you too if you against us I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches Make it out them trenches Make it out them trenches Everybody broke but shit I felt like I can fix shit Forgave some family who spoke on me with resentment Seen niggas quit who value clout over commitment I went to jail and needed bail, nobody chipped in The disappointment only brought me to my senses You not my bro if you see me as competition Was selling trees, it ain't have shit to do with Christmas Was eating good up in that field it wasn't no picnic Weight man spinnin' you would think I threw the discus (12 all on my back like I was Ja Morant in Memphis) Shooting videos, rapping reckless talking big shit Pole all in the camera I ain't talking 'bout no dick pic Knew I'd get dough for every show like Homer Simpson Started fucking vixens, glizzys with extensions While running through these checks I checked some niggas off my hit-list When opps got out of pocket, ain't no safety I was blitzing (brraah) All this killing in my city, shit is senseless All that money I went through I shouldn't've spent it All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it It felt impossible but I was on a mission It's fuck around and fuck you too if you against us I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches Make it out them trenches Make it out them trenches
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