[Intro: Minus]
Yeah, Minus in the place to be

[Chorus: Minus]
Ridin' in the trenches, cookin' in the kitchen
Sweatin', washin' dishes, I was strugglin' for a livin'
Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight, that's a bitch and
She don't say a fuckin' word unless I give her ass permission
I could tell you what it is but you'd prolly think it isn't
Had an open mouth 'fore this shit, it ain't a competition
If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I've been pitchin'
I'm the plug, motherfucker-

[Verse 1: Minus]
Good God almighty, I done put shit in my body
That was toxic, kamikaze got me ridin'
Like I'm lookin' for a death wish, breathless; a zombie
I be on your neck, bitch, I'm a threat, tú no sabes
Mis problemas, got these vеndettas, they done copiеd
Everything from the flow to the bio in the lobby
Of my website, if the head light, they be knockin' with a lead pipe
'Til they dead like they ain't walkin', go to bed like red light
Sleepin' at the wheel, they ain't fuckin' with me still
But I put 'em in they feels like some headlights
I can see these dirty muh'fuckas makin' deals
On the back of hard work that I would build, I was there like
I can recognize what it is, it ain't hard to really tell
Who's a snake and I'm reminded by the smell, right (Yeah)
I was really in the field puttin' pressure through the hills
Got these motherfuckers knowin' I was damn right
Droppin' on these bitches like Geronimo, tenfold listeners, I gotta go
Tell me it's improbable but I ain't got a problem wit' it
As long as I got a percentage, believe me, I know that it's possible
Uh, I been talkin' shit on the back nine
Knowin' I'ma sleep the opposition like it's nap time
They don't like me as a competition for the fact I
Put 'em in a coffin, it was awkward, I was that guy
[Chorus: Minus]
Ridin' in the trenches, cookin' in the kitchen
Sweatin', washin' dishes, I was strugglin' for a livin'
Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight, that's a bitch and
She don't say a fuckin' word unless I give her ass permission
I could tell you what it is but you'd prolly think it isn't
Had an open mouth 'fore this shit, it ain't a competition
If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I've been pitchin'
I'm the plug, motherfucker, give it up, take a listen (Ahh)

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Ridin' in the trenches, sittin' with my henchmen
It's not an intervention, it's dealer in my intent
You n***as all playin', this shit is all planned
Switchin' blog brands, division broadband
I don't do the hurtin', see my own blood run out
I just do the verses til' my Bone Thugs' come out
Neck and neck on records with Shady, Royce is nice
You neck and neck with necklaces made of moistened ice
No-fly zone, n***a, don't play yourself
Or you and your guys goin' home on conveyor belt
Get a barcode for the ants in the rat race
Tradin' ya'll souls for advances en cachette
All men won't stand on ten toes, all skinfolk ain't your kinfolk
Everybody ain't prayin' for the info, everybody ain't playin' with the insults
It's my time, n***as, better tell these cowards
Why lie? N***a, these the petty hours
Side-eye n***as out the Eddie Bauer
Lookin' like Freddie Gibbs on the set of Power
I took a few hits, took a n***a missus
You and went and took a shit lookin' in her mentions
Gettin' riches, took it with the tip in
My point is, my point is, I'm cookin' in the kitchen
[Chorus: Minus]
Ridin' in the trenches, cookin' in the kitchen
Sweatin', washin' dishes, I was strugglin' for a livin'
Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight, that's a bitch and
She don't say a fuckin' word unless I give her ass permission
I could tell you what it is but you'd prolly think it isn't
Had an open mouth 'fore this shit, it ain't a competition
If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I've been pitchin'
I'm the plug, motherfucker, give it up, take a listen (Ahh)