[Intro: Unknown Guy]
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, eh
I'm telling you man, any n***a that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money or ever said any jealous bullshit about me
Is fucking dead, you understand what the fuck I'm saying
Ain't they fucking dead mate
I don't give a fuck about nothing man

[Chorus]
I be posted in them trenches
I'm just tryna get it
Stay down till I fucking came up
From the bottom, I won't change up
Huh? N***a why would I change up?
I be posted in them trenches
I'm just tryna get it
Stay down till I fucking came up
From the bottom, I won't changе up
Huh? N***a why would I change up?

[Verse 1]
Three hundred days, three hundred nights in thе bando
I was going mod, shit was so slow
They flip a pack in days, I was losing hope
Pockets on [?], had a bite to eat
Sleeping on the cold floor, no fucking sheets
Man this shit was deep, but this the fucking streets
You don't grind, then n***a, you don't eat
And you know me, bitch, I'm tryna feast
Had to get it, had to get it
You know I couldn't stop
Neat Gang n***a, we comin' for the top
I'm Mr. TrapAlot, you know them flips don't stop
I gotta get this guap, I gotta get this guap
I do this shit 'cause I got a reason
My killas kill, they ain't gotta seize it
On the block, we was fucking dreamin'
Waitin' for the day that we would hit a mill'
But I'ma have to settle for now, stacking up these bills
[Chorus]
I be posted in them trenches
I'm just tryna get it
Stay down till I fucking came up
From the bottom, I won't change up
Huh? N***a why would I change up?
I be posted in them trenches
I'm just tryna get it
Stay down till I fucking came up
From the bottom, I won't change up
Huh? N***a why would I change up?

[Verse 2]
Man we grew up, looking up to hustlers
Grind through the winter, so I can shine all summer
But that's the life when you grew up in the gutter
Tryna stack and get a mansion for my mother
Trap through the rain, so I can see 'em better days
Fuck a nine to five, I had to find a better pay
Said "Fuck school", 'cause I couldn't get 'em better grades
Hit the trap, 'cause I couldn't find a better way
Now I'm in the stu', and I can see the light
I ain't gotta flip packs, I'm boutta take flight
We really takin' flight, yeah we really gone
Neat Gang n***a, bitch we been up
Remember on the block runnin' round, hitting licks
With my demons, we was Crippin, we was on the strip
Tryna make a flip, tryna get rich
One wrong move, you was getting pitched
[Chorus]
I be posted in them trenches
I'm just tryna get it
Stay down till I fucking came up
From the bottom, I won't change up
Huh? N***a why would I change up?
I be posted in them trenches
I'm just tryna get it
Stay down till I fucking came up
From the bottom, I won't change up
Huh? N***a why would I change up?