[Intro: B-Lovee, Deltah Beats, Dmac]
My n***a Deltah in them pots
Dmac on the fucking track
(Damn, Damn, Damn)
(It’s B-Lovee from the trenches)
(They call me number one)
(A Gzzly run up on me gon’ be wanted done)

It's B-Lovee from the trenches they call me number one (they call me number one)
I dare a gzzly run up on me he gon' be wanted done (he gon' be wanted done)
I miss partying and going out but i'm still having fun
Slow that shit down at fifteen cause shit got tragics done (shit got tragic)
We was rollin' off a bean, we was hyped, we had a gun
Tryna put a n***a on a tee when we ain't have no fun (Uh-huh)
I was scraped up beat a n***a for his weed if I ain't had none (Uh-huh)
Man I was young and wild, I had to slow it down
I had you jumping in the crowd (Uh-huh)
I know my momma proud
She deserve a big crown (Uh-huh)
And she know if I walk past n***as block they just might get down (They just might get down)
(Duggin in the trenches)
I done lost my feelings
Free jay squeeze n***as still won't kill him (Free my heart)
They know that boy a menace
N***as be leashin' like some bitches
They better move around
I'm 'bout to go from rag to riches
Just pass me the crown (Just pass me the crown)
And if anybody new suspiscous them hollows pop out now (Them hollows pop out now)
PTSD, I just might start trippin'
'Cause I thought I heard that sound (Brrah)
I need five hundred racks before I turn twenty
I ain't gon' fuck around (I ain’t gon fuck around)
Hell nah, let's go get 'em now
N***as speakin' on the dead, bro
Let's go spin 'em now (And we gon’ spin that block)
I saw my lil' cuz in a casket
I couldn't even breathe (I couldn't even breathe)
Three years later it's my brother in the casket
I ain't even wanna even see him (I ain’t even wanna see him)
I been speaking to them demons
But I'm still praying to god
Going through pain this shit ain't easy
(I pop a perc to ease it)
Some opposite is to see me
They know that I'm a demon (Uh-huh)
I ain't gon' fuck around (Uh-huh)
I'm just gon' send 'em up (Yeah)
Bitches like to fuck around (Uh-huh)
They just gon lick me up (They just gon' lick me up)
Opposites can't come around
They know the blick is tuck (They know the blick is tuck)
(Shit is getting outta hand)
Free my demons out the can (You runnin' ricky n***a?)
How you runnin' on your mans
If broski with it got hurt
I would've put one in your head (Put one in your dome)
Put that on my fucking dead
Free my n***as out the can
I'm just gone get bread
Money steady coming in
So I can't get rest (I can't get sleep)