(Kieran Nash Beats)
(R14)
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In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and white than be selling dreams
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and whitе than be selling dreams
My old school friеnds shocked now
Told them that I gotta pick
Catch a pussy slipping, that's just something that I gotta dip
Don't listen to my paigons please, them man there chat a lot of shit
They say they don't fuck with 12, but does the opposite
I don't mind the politics as long as I got peace for waps
Niggas talking wicked, but see, they ain't got no P's for that
Nigga talked to bitches about niggas, that's the she in man
And still ain't even hitting, they just bitching for no reason, aah
If you're talking scores, don't trick boy, we're in the lead
Heard my name a couple times, now she's into me
Clocked I'm coming up, now she tryna intervene
Baby girl, you had your chance
Go fuck with them niggas that got beef with me
Trouble's 'round the corner, so they four get gripped so easily
Never had to say a word, that's why I call easy deep
Run up with half a box, that's what I can easy P
Switching lanes in sport mode, I think that's just MB in me
Trending, but I'm still in the trenches
When niggas hate to see you win, they're shit at pretending
And for one thing, for sure, the funeral's pending
I got young boys tryna get a name and attention
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs
And ask them how they holding up
Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up
They're saying it was me on a ped with a pole one up
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs
And ask them how they holding up
Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up
They're saying it was me on a ped with a pole one up
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and white than be selling dreams
(R14)