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The collective Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches Aye I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I'm livin' Uh, I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him Uh, diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin' Hey my pistol get to knocking like the police on the searchin' and seize These tools allergic to the opps 'cause when they see them they sneeze Pipe it down with all them rumors, bitch we runnin' the streets Can't name somebody in the city who really f*ckin' with me, aye We don't do the dissin', make the word and we gettin' him chalked Glass body, yeah my brodie caught, he got hit with a Glock Aye, all my opps is broke, I ain't seein' them shop Put some money up, I bet my singing ass get another one pop Yeah we with that, like a deflated tire, leave your shit flat We play with XD's, ain't no XO's f*ck a tictac Aye stop mentioning our names and do something about that get back Patek on my wrist, this bitch hit just like a kickback Aye, had to cut some homies off, I seen hidden agendas Shoutout my daughter, 'cause of her, look at women a bit different But that's for women, it's a difference referring to bitches I'm from the trenches, 'member days ain't shit in the kitchen Aye my cousin lost a kidney, couldn't quit the sippin' When we was children, I had problems I always just hit it How I grew up sinnin', mom and pops was in a religion Diamonds on me dancin', what I started I'm always gon' finish Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches Momma I been on a mission, I've been chasing me a million Yeah I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I'm livin' Everytime I'm off these drugs, they always got me in my feelings I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him Hold his bitch up for ransom, we gon' make him spill it (Uh) Diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin' Coming from the trenches, coming from the trenches I ain't nothing like these rappers in my city, stop comparing me How you sent them shots and miss every one, that shit embarrassing They know that Nelly humble, y'all the ones making me arrogant We got so much weapons they gon' start calling us terrorists, aye Really bred from a different cloth I had friends that stabbed my back, they was snakes, I gave them my all Download [?] slow the phones to answer my calls Jumping in a funk to get a name you was never involved Money ain't the problem, it's the fake love They gon' dap me up but when I leave is when they say sumn Before we had them Glocks, me and brother used to mace 'em I got bros that I just met 'cause it don't mean shit if you ain't hold one If the homie blitz the homie, I'mma act like I don't know it Best reaction off reactions, now I'm reacting off emotion Before I started rappin', never thought I'd feel important, aye I'mma air this bitch before I let somebody boast Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches Momma I been on a mission, I've been chasing me a million Yeah I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I'm livin' Everytime I'm off these drugs, they always got me in my feelings I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him Hold his bitch up for ransom, we gon' make him spill it (Uh) Diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin' Coming from the trenches, coming from the trenches
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