[Intro]
Ayy, Sage, that's 4K
(Aye YB, let's pipe 'em up, bro)
Hitmaka

[Verse 1]
Okay, now who can I depend on but this weed?
That's the only thing that help me when I'm tryna get some peace
I close my eyes and try to go to sleep (Try to go to sleep)
But I can't seem to run away from all my problems in these dirty streets
God, I need a miracle (Need a miracle)
'Cause the way this shit been goin'
I been 'round this bitch totin' and this shit been gettin' difficult
Tried to keep her happy but that bitch ain't never satisfied
Half of my feelings left when my daddy died
Okay, the trenches need a 30 for 30
Man, that kid was on his way and then they did that boy dirty
I'm out here with this rocket on mе, mama, don't worry
Where I'm from, it ain't no boys 'cause thе streets turn you to a man early
Okay now, what's love to a n***a like me that been fucked up? (Been fucked up)
I got used and released, that was tough love (That was tough love)
I got dudes that's deceased, I'm still fucked up (R.I.P. my n***as)

[Chorus]
Yeah, okay, we ridin' 'round this bitch with ski masks on
Better not look like you with that shit or boy, your ass gone
Speak to they soul, I'm like the trenches' Luther Vandross
Told brodie keep him a pole, ain't tryna make no more of these sad songs
Okay, we ridin' 'round this bitch with ski masks on
Better not look like you with that shit or boy, your ass gone
Speak to they soul, I'm like the trenches' Luther Vandross
Told brodie keep him a pole, ain't tryna make no more of these sad songs
[Verse 2]
They think I fell off, I was soul searchin' (Soul searchin')
Tryna keep my head up like my nose broken (Yeah)
Couldn't believe my ears, they said my bro workin' (Damn)
Had 'em in that room, they said he told somethin' (Told somethin')
How I'm supposed to trust a soul? I'm on my fourth number (Keep on switching up)
I'm so sick of these dark clouds, I be prayin' I make it
Them streets, they was so cold, better get you a blanket
I'm runnin' out of love and my heart feelin' vacant
Endured some more pain, but I know I could take it

[Chorus]
Okay, we ridin' 'round this bitch with ski masks on
Better not look like you with that shit or boy, your ass gone
Speak to they soul, I'm like the trenches' Luther Vandross
Told brodie keep him a pole, ain't tryna make no more of these sad songs
Okay, we ridin' 'round this bitch with ski masks on
Better not look like you with that shit or boy, your ass gone
Speak to they soul, I'm like the trenches' Luther Vandross
Told brodie keep him a pole, ain't tryna make no more of these sad songs

[Outro]
Okay, the trenches need a 30 for 30
Man, that kid was on his way and then they did that boy dirty
I'm out here with this rocket on me, mama, don't worry
Where I'm from, it ain't no boys 'cause the streets turn you to a man early