My name is Adam, my name is Eve I was the first man to live and breathe God made the ocean, He made it blue He told us "Don't eat forbidden fruit" Oh, He can see us, hear what we say But He was resting on that seventh day She met a serpent that afternoon He smiled at her and she broke the rule Come on, we're leaving, no time to waste The Garden of Eden's no longer safe Throw down that apple, that ship has sailed We're on the run with God on our tail I can remember, I do recall There were no weeds here, no thorns at all I was misguided, I was mislead I asked for good but got evil instead Come on, we're leaving, no time to waste The Garden of Eden's no longer safe Throw down that apple, that ship has sailed We're on the run with God on our tail Throw down that apple, that ship has sailed We're on the run with God on our tail My name is Adam, my name is Eve I was the first man to live and breathe

Now I lay down to sleep (Now I lay down to sleep) I pray the Lord, my soul to keep (yeah) Like a locksmith, I got the keys (yeah) Pull up make opp niggas bleed (aye) I got water like overseas, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like NBA, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like MVP, yeah (aye) I got money, they envy me I'm with the gang I'm with the mob, what was you thinking Remember them days And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking I put a four in a 20 ounce, a nigga been drinking If you with the squad I give you my heart, lil nigga, I mean it I was fighting some demons In the field, bitch, I'm deep in I was raised in the deep end I know niggas be sinking Take your bitch and go deep in But I gave her back, why you tweaking Come around with that rah-rah We leave you dead on the cement With the gang, we ain't playing fair Matter fact, we don't play at all OG woods in the air But we bought the Runtz so we smoke it all Putting on a front, boy, you better fall We gone kill em, yeah, we gone kill em all Might spend a ten when I'm in the mall I was on the bend with it in my draws Hit that smoke and I'm blacking Hit that smoke and I black out If he run, blow his back down I was gone but I'm back now These niggas gone fold But I never back down In the school, I was trapping In the school, you was class clown Now I lay down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep (yeah) Like a locksmith, I got the keys (yeah) Pull up make opp niggas bleed (aye) I got water like overseas, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like NBA, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like MVP, yeah (aye) I got money, they envy me

Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah, oh Ah-ah, oh Ayy, yeah Hey, hey I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Young king, you just gotta stay focused On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless I done been through what you been through, why you moping? Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola Stayed out late 'cause I was working, whipping up the cola And I pray 'cause I got angels watching over shoulders Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motors You niggas was penny pinching, they won't say they stole none' I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over Death before dishonor, that's just how I live I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real Remember we was starving, grinding for the meals I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal And I'm steady losing my mind Don't know if it's the demons or the pills I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hanging They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy I don't know what you heard about me Don't believe the media, nigga You know you should be worried 'bout me Police snatched me up But they know they ain't get a word out me Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh Yeah, you got some nerves about it You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me Neighborhood hero I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo And my life a VEVO, yeah I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally (Yeah) Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah) Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr) On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real) Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Real, look, look) I just lost one of my dogs (Damn) They post it on a blog (For real?) The case still open, social media the laws (Them niggas trippin') I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah) Niggas scammin', I was gramming Giving packs to my dawgs (Facts) Check my history, nigga I don't do battle rappin' (At all) I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall) All time high, you should be tired of capping When you put in some work I don't wanna know what happened (Shh) I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt) Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah) Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit Auntie never let you leave the house That's a big difference (We ain't the same, homie) Niggas claiming shit that they won't die for (How?) If you so real like you say, then what you lying for? (How?) Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never) And I can see a snake with a blindfold I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Yeah Ayy, look, Calboy I might pull up in the Chi', nigga With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah And jumping in with them drakes Nigga, look how we moving Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga Wreck it, jump out, leave it there Yeah, that's how we movin' On that rich gangster shit, nigga You know what I mean? Hah Frrt, beep

I'm tripping hard 'cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon' die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put 'em on a shirt I'm tripping hard 'cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon' die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put 'em on a shirt Swear to god I never pay for a shooter Free my dog, Lord knows I can't lose you They say throw a million dollars, you a new you That's a lie, man the money made me coo-coo Hits in the streets like the billboard Street money, lil' niggas will kill for it Baguette AP, I payed a deal for it 500 K, this the big boy I heard you seen an opp, and you froze up Me, I got the drake in the Roles' trunk Soon as I send the Tech, know I rolls up Nigga got beef, know I showed up I never forget the shit that OG niggas told me Reppin' the rap game 'cause this corporate niggas hold us Keepin' it gangsta, these niggas know that we the culture RIP Sausa, nigga we lost a soldier Pack came on a Monday, straight up Feds busted on a Tuesday Nobody knew that the pack came, niggas But my boys so they can freeze me He switched up once the money came That's the quickest way to lose me, nobody helped They only coming when the beef on I think these niggas tryna use me I'm tripping hard 'cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon' die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put 'em on a shirt I'm tripping hard 'cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon' die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put 'em on a shirt Rest in peace all my dead homies Had us singing these sad songs I stay rolling, these niggas be mad strong I get high 'til I head home I remember them days we were doing them dead wrong Boy you best keep your head on Don't come in this block, that's a red zone I got a few packs, put my mans on I learned how to trap, I was hands on Moved the keys for the first time I'm a young Stevie Wonder I swear to God man, this life will make you wanna Nigga got the chopper, bet he make it stutter I be slanging bricks and butter And I'm from the streets, so I had to pick the gun up You can't cross me, shawty 'cause I'm always running Cutting all night, working hard 'til the sun up Hard 'til the sun up How you trade on your mans, you so dirty When we talk to the clan we took .30s I told mama your boy a man, so don't worry Only put my trust in these bands, they don't hurt me Only smoking exotic gas, my eyes blurry I just poured a four with my mans, so I'm slurry I just did the digital dash, now I'm swerving I just had a talk with my mans, hope he heard me I'm tripping hard 'cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon' die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put 'em on a shirt I'm tripping hard 'cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon' die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put 'em on a shirt, yeah