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All this killing in my city All that money I done ran through All this weight up on my plate, y'all Thought it was impossible All this killing in my city, sh*t is senseless All that money I ran through I shouldn't've spent it All this weight up on my plate but still I lift it It felt impossible but I was on a mission It's f**k the world and f**k 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, sh*t I was raised up in them buildings We was known for getting money and them killings All my n***as failing so they drug-dealing No Tekashi 6ix9ine, we ain't snitching Since I lost my n***as, I'm talking about Boochi and Chris You see that pain in my eyes You see that gun on my hip You know the n***as I lost Don't know the sh*t that I faced Gotta ride around with that hammer to stay alive in my city Don't let a n***a finesse you 'Cause you know n***as get greedy I feel sorry for lil' homie He growing up with no hope His daddy off up in prison, his momma f**k 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 b*t*hes scheme, these n***as hate me, this sh*t is wicked All this sex-trafficking they smashin' up our women Funerals packed, these mother’s cryin’, this sh*t is senseless All this killing in my city, sh*t is senseless All that money I ran through I shouldn't've spent it All this weight up on my plate but still I lift it It felt impossible but I was on a mission It's f**k the world and f**k 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 Everybody broke but sh*t I felt like I can fix sh*t Forgave some family who spoke on me with resentment Seen n***as 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 sh*t 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 sh*t Pole all in the camera I ain't talking 'bout no d**k pic Knew I'd get dough for every show like Homer Simpson Started f**king vixens, glizzys with extensions While running through these checks I checked some n***as off my hit-list When opps got out of pocket, ain't no safety I was blitzing (brraah) All this killing in my city, sh*t is senseless All that money I ran through I shouldn't've spent it All this weight up on my plate but still I lift it It felt impossible but I was on a mission It's f**k the world and f**k 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 All this killing in my city All that money I done ran through All this weight up on my plate, y'all Thought it was impossible
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