Ismo & Notti Osama - Trench Diaries Lyrics

This like the trenches, diaries, my life feel like a movie
Shawty lookin' thick as hell, I might smack her booty
Takin' drugs, to the face, got my head loopy
I'm givin' roses to my bitch like my bitch rubi
I got stripes up in them streets
I was walkin down on feet
I ain't never had no bike
But I always had my heat
I ain't never had no friends
But I'm always with my reapes
I ain't tryna waste no time, stack my bread up then I eat
Shoot his a, I'm still on feet
They don't wanna feel this heat
Yeah, I'm ridin' with my bros, keep the chopper in the Jeep
If you run up on me wrong, best believe I play for keeps
Got my shooters on the block, yeah they grinding while you sleep
When you raised up in the trenches you learn life ain't never cheap
Better watch out where you step cause my killers kill for free
I got brothers in the system, I got family on the streets
If they ever try to knock me down spin up on repeat
I remember late nights, all the sirens and the screams
Now I'm counting all this money tryna turn it into dreams
Tryna get up on my level gotta know just what it means
Gotta keep the chopper closed, cause it ain't what it seems
If you run up on me wrong, best believe that I'm a squeeze
Got my nigga on the block, they don't ask they don't freeze
We ain't here to make no friends
We just here to stack the cheese
If you looking for a problem gotta bring it up with me
If you looking for a problem gotta bring it up with me