Trenches

(Pipe that shit up, TnT, WassamWop)
(I bet my last track
Probably gave you lockjaw, hey Lilkdubb)

Blood start to risin', you can see it
On my name
It’s gon' go down if I ain’t there
She can't protect him
God get her baby from out there
It’s a party on the block
We let off shots if they lit there
But this a story of a child
Who caught up in the streets
He prefer the murder gang
So you won’t find 'em weak
His boss man be the murda mayne
But shawty slide for cheap
He gone take these hollows for a name
He can’t come off me

Nigga what you hollerin', we resided
Posted up right now
Smokin' like a Rasta, totin' on choppas
Tryna blow ya mind
Locked up in that cell, you
Ain’t have my back
You ain’t have to do no time
They from the back, came home to racks
Tried to be on my side
I ain’t finna waste my time, bitch
You ain’t finna break my heart
I been droppin' dimes from the start
Ain’t stoppin' now you a never get me caught
Put a shield over me, resist the sword
I’ma God owned child
I bet they need support
The way my head on now
Straight up out the trenches
Screamin' "Fuck the critics"
Father and a sister
He ain’t have no choice to get it
But he on right now
He another victim, drugs all in his system
He been duckin' prison
Payin' to get the back end of the rhymes

Blood start to risin', you can see it
On my name
It’s gon' go down if I ain’t there
She can't protect him
God get her baby from out there
It’s a party on the block
We let off shots if they lit there
But this a story of a child
Who caught up in the streets
He prefer the murder gang
So you won’t find 'em weak
His boss man be the murda mayne
But shawty slide for cheap
He gone take these hollows for a name
He can’t come off me