Malik Corleone - GANGLY Lyrics

(Hold up)
Started from the bottom, now we up
For the overpriced designer she turn slut (slutty)
All the shit I did, it still won't enough
Said she want my kid, cause she feel me in her guts
Another nigga pay her bills, but with me she know wassup
My niggas stuck up in that field, till niggas run outta luck
Just lost my family, I cannot accept the reality
R.I.P. PnB, that shit was a tragedy
Hit her off them perkys, now she fast asleep
My old bitch stay harassing me
Hope the niggas with me blast for me, hate I gotta wait and see
He diss the gang that's blasphemy, we was playing hide and seek
Now we hop out with that heat, tag him watch a nigga freeze
I was used to Mickey D's, now I'm using Bentley keys
All these hoes so friendly now, she quick to come up out them jeans
I quit her sent her to the streets, I spent five digits on Cuban links
I ain't talkin Rubik's cube, they gon spin ya block and then repeat
He caught his opp, then sent him 10
Was a starter, now he on the bench
Won't see his daughter til she 36
Need holy water, he tryna wash his sins
Seen his man raise his hand he knew he finished
Told the judge hold up when he read the sentence
Prosecutor labeled him a menace
Looked at his momma, he couldn't hold it in
He looked around, he ain't see none his friends
He gotta sit down, he got 30 in
Did it for his brother, he a do it again
(The trenches, for the gang)
For the trenches, for the gang
For the trenches, for the gang (gang gang)
For the trenches, for the gang (gang gang)
For the trenches, for the gang (gang gang)
Did it for the trenches and he did it for his gang
Did it for the trenches and he did it for his gang
For the trenches (for the gang)
He said he did it for the trenches (the Staccs)
He said he did it for the trenches and he did it for his gang
Did it for his gang (and he did it for the trenches)
Do it for them niggas who ain't have a pot to piss in
Seven-six-two's, five-seven's, five-five-six's
Nigga turned on his mans, do his ass like Bishop
These niggas do it for the gram, they be crashing out on insta
Sipping on that drink, I crashed I wrecked the fender
Niggas be pretenders, I don't wanna be near em
She bad but like to scheme, I gave her to my niggas
I be clutching on my trigger, it look suspicious ima send em
My nigga snake me, felt the venom
Pain and codeine in my system
They said I was hard headed and I ain't listen but now I'm richer
Bust a Richard (Mille)
My nigga a hit that switch, like he a electrician
Shawty bad as hell, but she ain't got no mental
She was like GloRilla, then I payed for her dental
She like drug dealers, cause this shit never ending
Don't f*ck with broke niggas, cause they be penny pinchin
Shawty like that ima go getta, but she hate when I go missin