[ Featuring Portion ]
Young Soldier Gang
Trench baby, raised up in the burrs
Been in the trenches lately, mhmm
Had to cut em off cuz niggas moving shakey, mhmm
I can't f*ck with snakes at all
In a race with myself and ain't no brakes involved
Trench baby, raised up in the burrs
Been in the trenches lately, mhmm
Had to cut em off cuz niggas moving shakey, mhmm
I can't f*ck with snakes at all
In a race with myself, and ain't no brakes involved
Swear this life's crazy
Should of been stuck up inside the trenches but this mic saved me
Coulda been locked up inside detentions, thanking Christ daily
No one thought I'd see this chapter
Momma hope your proud cuz your son, balling like a raptor
No surprise
Niggas hate I'm winning, see it in they eyes
Cut them ties
Now I gotta treat you like the other side, mhmm
Middle fingers up, screaming f*ck them guys, mhmmm
Swear people use the term opp way too loosely
Nigga ain't my opp, he just a hater and a goofy
Must be off the work, he high
Hope these niggas realize
That they are they own demise
Got a bad lil ting, can't have mine
Niggas inside like halftime
Cuz they don't wanna see you shine
Bad vibe, never-mind
Knew you'd always snake me in the end
Crazy hearing hits came from a friend
I know the ones that dissed they really hate to see me win
I know they ass is pissed and they can't really hold it in
Shoulda never snaked me though
On this lonely rod that how this story goes
Trench baby, raised up in the burrs
Been in the trenches lately, mhmm
Had to cut em off cuz niggas moving shakey, mhmm
I can't f*ck with snakes at all
In a race with myself and ain't no brakes involved
Trench baby, raised up in the burrs
Been in the trenches lately, mhmm
Had to cut em off cuz niggas moving shakey, mhmm
I can't f*ck with snakes at all
In a race with myself, and ain't no brakes involved
Uh, trench baby
We couldn't find a plug, that shit will drive you crazy
Real hustler, we ain't had no money we used to try and take it
Abortion child, f*cking that hoe raw, she almost had my baby
We been hanging with the murderers, got tats all on they faces
Couldn't face it, get ready for school, my Air-Force ones was laceless
Lived in poverty for all my life, was running outta patience
Still my grandma baby, war baby, I'm a murder child
Still got no regrets, living with it till I'm forty nine
Lost faith in tryna make the league, I kept the shit a G
Kept on breaking promises, you promised that you'd keep it P
Made my first 200 off the label, they can't label me
Label me a menace inside the trenches, f*ck society
I promised I'd make it, I promised in Vegas, I promised
I said I love you my baby
I love you my baby, the trenches
Trench baby, raised up in the burrs
Been in the trenches lately, mhmm
Had to cut em off cuz niggas moving shakey, mhmm
I can't f*ck with snakes at all
In a race with myself and ain't no brakes involved
Trench baby, raised up in the burrs
Been in the trenches lately, mhmm
Had to cut em off cuz niggas moving shakey, mhmm
I can't f*ck with snakes at all
In a race with myself, and ain't no brakes involved
