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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

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Yeah Approach me right, nigga Gang, L Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk Pulled up to the trap, dropped me a load off Bitch geek when they see me ride with these doors off Wanna fuck with my chain taking her clothes off Pour a seven-with-seven, bitch I gotta doze off Rollie cost me thirty thous, make my jeweler proud Glock drum, move the crowd, opp pack smoking too loud New Mike's three-fifty, new yeezy boots two thous I used to want one bitch, broski I got two now Strippers want these singles bitch, come dance for it Looking at my watch, bitch I paid bands for it And she want the Molly quick, Aiki got a gram for her Trap nigga with a lot of cash, and I'm paid for Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk Four Cuban links, that's a quarter mil', thats the Money Walk Little nigga tweeting on twitter, tell em let the Money talk I let the shooter bang it out, all that flexing ain't about Big money, big gun, big boss shit nigga, my bank account Millionaire status, billionaire focus Got a plug in the yay', I got bricks in a Focus I got plug like the socket, real plugs you can't stop it nigga Whenever we talk about money, mention me I'm the topic I been state-to-state, real estate, then I hit [?] I just ordered steak, in the ace, tryna' digest the hate I been in UK, getting the pounds, tryna hol it down Represent the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk

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Lil Durk] Gang Let's Get It! [Hook: Moneybagg Yo] I was just starving in them apartments, That shit feel like yesterday I was just going to sleep on some Carpet, that shit feel like yesterday I my ran bands up and no I'm Not sorry, same feeling like yesterday Niggas saying they gon' rob Me, I heard the same shit yesterday I was just starving in them Apartments, that shit feel like yesterday I was just going to sleep On some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday I my ran bands up and No I'm not sorry, same feeling like yesterday Niggas saying they gon' Rob me, I heard the same shit yesterday I was starving in them Mill Creek Apartments, shit got me heartless Rent time, Laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, Baby momma Trying to argue Telling me how she hoping I don't get Farther, she can't except that I'm popping I came up they say I'm a Target Talking bout how they gone rob me I keep them blue tips in my Cartridge A nigga try me then I'm popping Yesterday hopped out a Foreign and I couldn't believe it Took my backend and cashed out on a Couple piece Niggas be talking that shit need to tell them please (Shhhh) I might just shoot em and fly to another region I got some Niggas that's locked away, I got niggas in a better place I bust down a Rollie from 50k I really Did that shit yesterday I been in these streets running with them Gangstas, I ain't just start this shit yesterday OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way I was just starving in them apartments, That shit feel like yesterday I was just going to sleep on some Carpet, that shit feel like yesterday I my ran bands up and no I'm Not sorry, same feeling like yesterday Niggas saying they gon' rob Me, I heard the same shit yesterday I was just starving in them Apartments, that shit feel like yesterday I was just going to sleep On some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday I my ran bands up and No I'm not sorry, same feeling like yesterday Niggas saying they gon' Rob me, I heard the same shit yesterday [Verse 2: Lil Durk] Ain't get the rep before last and it's not 'cause of the Cash Hundred pounds of the gas, We took it the day before last My homie got 39 years because he ain't Put on a mask Because you snitched in the past, Don't mean we won't get on yo ass My baby momma told me I'm a dead Beat Opps see me said he ain't sparing me Credit card fraud money Handy Ain't nobody here licensed to carry 20 years if I go and carry Bitch nigga I ain't never scary I'm in the trenches I ain't never Scary I counted 400 G's and the Glock was on me that was yesterday And I'm addicted to lean and I be all in the streets that was Yesterday So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don't hesistate Pop me a perc And you meditate, shawty'll send you through heaven gates I was just starving in them apartments, That shit feel like yesterday I was just going to sleep on some Carpet, that shit feel like yesterday I my ran bands up and no I'm Not sorry, same feeling like yesterday Niggas saying they gon' rob Me, I heard the same shit yesterday I was just starving in them Apartments, that shit feel like yesterday I was just going to sleep On some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday I my ran bands up and No I'm not sorry, Same feeling like yesterday Niggas saying They gon' rob me, I heard the same shit yesterday

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Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) Grew my dreads back, label me a menace She want xanax, gotta swallow penis You ain't no bag yet, you ain't got no fifties, that's them drums Them stripper hoes gon' talk about you if you don't throw no ones I'ma keep a couple of mine 'cause we don't throw no guns How the fuck you gon' go to war with me when you ain't got no funds Shit get risky with you when you ain't got no conscious You should see that AP face, I got it polished Pour up syrup Serve on the first Swerve in the vert, put Rollie The money is first Ain't doing no verse Lil B give 'em the curse Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) I don't got goons, I got hitters I'm with some dope boys and some killers, yeah She act petty when I don't feel her I cut her off like the umbilical (what's that?) cord The kushy that I'm blowing it hit hard like Floyd I come from the trenches, now I'm making noise The streets love me, they know I keep that heat The streets signed me, I got what they need (federal) They wasn't lettin' no cut on it Glock nineteen, it's tucked on me Caught you so I clutch on it Told my plug to rush on it Fly paper, she stuck on me She want a Birkin bag She pulled up in a purple Jag Bumpin' Durk and Bagg Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)

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Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah (Yeah) JTK Ah, ah (Oh yeah) Yeah I know things are gonna take some time (Take some time) And I dream all through the night (All through the night) I saw things, got traumatized (Got traumatized) In these streets, trying to survive (Trying to survive) Swing, swing, swing through these tangled vines (Through these tangled vines) Swing, swing, swing through your block with nines (Through your block with nines) You don't know about me, so you telling lies (So you telling lies) Swing, swing, swing through this jungle, it might take your life Better hop on this road I remember them days I remember the code, ayy All my niggas stay ten toes, ten toes, no, they never fold, ayy Got that chopper and it blow, it blow You thinking you bold I been losin' my mind I don't know what I'm on We don't carry them masks Yeah, we pull up and pop at his dome We don't carry them masks, Yeah, we pull up and takin' his soul, yeah Niggas envy behind, Yeah, you know I did this on my own And I went crazy, so I'm getting faded These niggas be mad that I'm getting famous Nigga, tweak if you bad, we leaving 'em stanking Tell 'em, "Off with head," then they get to banging I know things are gonna take some time (Take some time) And I dream all through the night (All through the night) I saw things, got traumatized (Got traumatized) In these streets, trying to survive (Trying to survive) Swing, swing, swing through these tangled vines (Through these tangled vines) Swing, swing, swing through your block with nines (Through your block with nines) You don't know about me, so you telling lies (So you telling lies) Swing, swing, swing through this jungle It might take your life

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Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We got a whole lotta bullets Lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk 50K up in my jeans It look like my pockets just got a new case of the month I need that fetti on fetti These niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks I hope you ready, I'm ready I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped I made a million, but still ain't enough I poured a four, a serving in my cup These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up Spit yo game, talk yo shit, boy It's real in the field, better grab your stick Flow too cold, better grab your bitch I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss All this smoke, I gotta light one All these opps, I gotta strike one Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right one Come down bad got blood on my ones We used to play in them hallways, with the walkie talkies Now it's just hot babes when we here while we talking Money ain't in yo conversation, then nigga why we talkin'? 'Cause I be getting money too often Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Watch here I call her in the cut, yeah I can't talk about my opp, they dead Rather talk about the guap, instead Every nigga on my roster playing New Amiri jeans, fuck it, I'm a fiend Now I even got the bitch a loft and all I done seen niggas running up down Keep it real, then I watch them fall I hit the gas, I don't stop for laws I went from racks to racks and laws I'm on they ass, cash involved, now my shit passed the wall Ain't ask shit for a minute as soon As I get it, I feel like I have to ball Big team playa, pass the ball They was hating on me, passed them all I got some niggas who sitting in prison I'm with them, I'm trying to get passed the wall Thousand dollar shoes, wear them one time We don't fuck with them, they ain't our kind VVS stones, I bet that I shine I been on the road for this Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss I've been riding in the ghost for this Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We are the youngest niggas coming up Say you a shooter, nigga you a bluff I swear the money giving me a rush Bitches see diamonds, now they wanna touch AP is heavy bitch, sittin' on my hand Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn Too many Glocks for it to jam Money and a burner, nigga leave a tan I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand Or I can get a head-up for a band Fuck all that talking, now I got a plan I'ma just move it until they understand Niggas woke up, posting on the 'gram Still in the trap, sorry Uncle Sam Took us some time, started with a gram And I still got some silent niggas in the can Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up, block it You see the ice on my neck, try and touch on my pocket Woah, Givenchy my drip for the day, I got more in the closet Givenchy my shirt, Givenchy my shoes, I'm not a regular shopper Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Check my drip

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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

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