[Chorus]
Grew up in the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[Verse 1]
So ima poke a window I ain't tryna go broke
Before I struggle for a meal I'm probably up in a home
N***as brag when they help so I'll do it alone
I never got to be a kid I was forced to have grown
I hate the struggle n***a
But that shit made me colder
See my pops get killed fuck me up as I got older
Everyday a new battle I got demons on my shoulders
They telling me to kill for every single fallen soldier
Plus there's voices in my head
And all them n***as fell the same
They like fuck this rap shit go make them n***as fell your pain
Stop writing all these songs
Hit the opps and bust a brain
Plus the angel on my shoulder and he begging me to change
But fuck that
I'm tryna wipe they mind like the men and black
If we don't see em out we hold position
Then we spinning back
Never been on defense fuck the opps we on full attack
And fuck a peace treaty
Dumb n***a we ain't into that
[Chorus]
Cause bitch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

Bitch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[Verse 2]
Until I see we gon be straight I'll do whatever it takes
I'll rest when a n***a dead I ain't taking no breaks
Why you fucking with them suckas?
Baby we first place
I always knew one day I'll make it out of this place
And what prodigy say?
Only the fittest survive
I been through hell and came back
I'm just glad I'm alive
Aye ma look I'm on stage I think we gon be alright
Ima make it for it all including all them nights
Aye look I'm destined for greatness so I got shooters that'll blast for me
Your shooter tried that n***a died you put your last homie
I swear I came a long way
Remember riding in the back seat
We hit them n***as block they get to running like a track meet
40 poppin
Shells flying boy you better duck
This time I swear you fucked up boy you outta luck
Bouncing out with army weapons left that pussy n***a stuck
I would chill cause I got fans but I really don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Cause bitch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

Bitch I'm from the trenches
Homicides and robberies
Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties
Didn't have a choice
I was sick of all this poverty
So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery