CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Trenches
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant, huh
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches, huh
B*t*h I grew up, I was ignant, huh
B*t*h I grew up, I was different, huh
Always money over b*t*hes, huh
Stay one hundred with my n***as, huh
All these n***as in they feelings, huh
I'm just tryna make ends meet to get M's so I can make a million
Pop a n***a like a wheelie
Banana clip on the chopper, that b*t*h get to peeling
Youngins shooting like they filming
Ain't a movie, no directors, no actors, it's real sh*t
Runnin' from 12, jumpin' fences
And I just had a son, I can't go back to prison
B*t*h I came up in the trenches
In the room with my family and f**k the conditions (f**k)
Pray to God that he innocent and every day ask God for forgiveness
Doin' bad with good intentions
This be the illest realest sh*t I wrote, yeah
Only hang with real n***as, you ain't a street n***a you a civilian
F**k you if you don't feel this
If you ain't gon' feel my pain bet you feel this
Said f**k being broke I got tired of that
I asked n***as for help they didn't holler back
Grab the glizzy and the hockey mask
Now I'm ridin' 'round in the Impala strapped
Put holes in his face like a hockey mask
I was down but I got it back
Rob a n***a, hold he hidin' racks
Pistol whip him, I need all of that
I don't care if I'm up, I'ma rob his a**
It ain't never enough, I need all the cash
He was slippin' so I caught his a**
And put everything in the garbage bag
'Cause b*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Catchin' felony offenses
Give a f**k about the consequences
I'm young, reckless, and ignant
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant, huh
I was ignant, yeah
In the trenches, whoa
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches, yeah
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant, huh
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches, huh
B*t*h I grew up, I was ignant, huh
B*t*h I grew up, I was different, huh
Always money over b*t*hes, huh
Stay one hundred with my n***as, huh
All these n***as in they feelings, huh
I'm just tryna make ends meet to get M's so I can make a million
Pop a n***a like a wheelie
Banana clip on the chopper, that b*t*h get to peeling
Youngins shooting like they filming
Ain't a movie, no directors, no actors, it's real sh*t
Runnin' from 12, jumpin' fences
And I just had a son, I can't go back to prison
B*t*h I came up in the trenches
In the room with my family and f**k the conditions (f**k)
Pray to God that he innocent and every day ask God for forgiveness
Doin' bad with good intentions
This be the illest realest sh*t I wrote, yeah
Only hang with real n***as, you ain't a street n***a you a civilian
F**k you if you don't feel this
If you ain't gon' feel my pain bet you feel this
Said f**k being broke I got tired of that
I asked n***as for help they didn't holler back
Grab the glizzy and the hockey mask
Now I'm ridin' 'round in the Impala strapped
Put holes in his face like a hockey mask
I was down but I got it back
Rob a n***a, hold he hidin' racks
Pistol whip him, I need all of that
I don't care if I'm up, I'ma rob his a**
It ain't never enough, I need all the cash
He was slippin' so I caught his a**
And put everything in the garbage bag
'Cause b*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Catchin' felony offenses
Give a f**k about the consequences
I'm young, reckless, and ignant
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches
Totin' glizzys with extensions
In the kitchen like a chemist, huh
Pyrex, switch the vision, huh
In the hood like transmission
Trappin', finessin', and scammin'
Pop a n***a like prescriptions, huh
Young, reckless, and ignant, huh
I was ignant, yeah
In the trenches, whoa
B*t*h I grew up in the trenches, yeah
