Trenches lyrics

WunTayk Timmy

[Intro]
All this killing in my city
All that money I done ran through
All this weight up on my plate, y'all
Thought it was impossible

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
All this killing in my city, sh*t is senseless
All that money I ran through I shouldn't've spent it
All this weight up on my plate but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's f**k the world and f**k you too if you against this
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches

[Verse 1: Don D]
Ain't from no block, sh*t I was raised up in them buildings
We was known for getting money and them killings
All my n***as failing so they drug-dealing
No Tekashi 6ix9ine, we ain't snitching
Since I lost my n***as, I'm talking about Boochi and Chris
You see that pain in my eyes
You see that gun on my hip
You know the n***as I lost
Don't know the sh*t that I faced
Gotta ride around with that hammer to stay alive in my city
Don't let a n***a finesse you
'Cause you know n***as get greedy
I feel sorry for lil' homie
He growing up with no hope
His daddy off up in prison, his momma f**k with the coke
He see an opp up in public, he got it on him, he blow
It ain't no right', it ain't no wrong in my city
These b*t*hes scheme, these n***as hate me, this sh*t is wicked
All this sex-trafficking they smashin' up our women
Funerals packed, these mother’s cryin’, this sh*t is senseless

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
All this killing in my city, sh*t is senseless
All that money I ran through I shouldn't've spent it
All this weight up on my plate but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's f**k the world and f**k you too if you against this
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Everybody broke but sh*t I felt like I can fix sh*t
Forgave some family who spoke on me with resentment
Seen n***as quit who value clout over commitment
I went to jail and needed bail, nobody chipped in
The disappointment only brought me to my senses
You not my bro if you see me as competition
Was selling trees, it ain't have sh*t to do with Christmas
Was eating good up in that field it wasn't no picnic
Weight man spinnin' you would think I threw the discus
(12 all on my back like I was Ja Morant in Memphis)
Shooting videos, rapping reckless talking big sh*t
Pole all in the camera I ain't talking 'bout no d**k pic
Knew I'd get dough for every show like Homer Simpson
Started f**king vixens, glizzys with extensions
While running through these checks
I checked some n***as off my hit-list
When opps got out of pocket, ain't no safety I was blitzing (brraah)

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
All this killing in my city, sh*t is senseless
All that money I ran through I shouldn't've spent it
All this weight up on my plate but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's f**k the world and f**k you too if you against this
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches

[Outro: Montana of 300]
All this killing in my city
All that money I done ran through
All this weight up on my plate, y'all
Thought it was impossible


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