DaKaine - Trenches Lyrics

I came from the trenches it not what it seem
All that I had was my glock and a dream
Extended the clip like we shooting a scene
They flip like gymnastic when I get the beam
Stacking so much it can't fit in my jeans
Wanted a bag f*ck any means
Catching a high on a contact
I wanna get high on a private jet
We adding it up yeah we doing math
Dividing the snakes who live in the grass
Remember them day I was skipping class
To go get the money was selling pack
Was working them blocks it was time to go
It started to rain I ain't have a coat
I pray to streets i don't lose my soul
I'm feeling this pain i'ma let it go

Brodie just died ain't no time to grieve
Living by the code yeah it's tatted on my sleeve
Ice in my veins but it's deeper than some demons
Raised in the streets so I'm guessing this the reason
Heart so cold you would think this shit steel
Talking bout love man I got it off the will
Cold lonely nights man I could've been killed
Think about my son how that nigga gonna deal
Gotta grind harder see I gotta be smarter
Could've be worse if a nigga had a daughter
Gotta be thankful for the shit a nigga got
Nigga wanna play hit em up guess I'm pac
Time moves on little nigga never stopping
Time heals all so that Rolex gotta to cop it
Dreaming of them diamond now my wrist a water faucet
Did a lot of dirt now them skeleton are talking
And they
Ouu I like that
What you do for the money
Where yo bag at
Now I'm trying to blaze something where the gas at
Nigga hate for the money With they mad ass
Talking hell'a shit nigga can you back that
Stop 'em in they tracks and they ran it right back
Gotta bad ghetto bitch with a fat ass
She won't raised from them trenches what it's like there

I came from the trenches it not what it seem
All that I had was my glock and a dream
Extended the clip like we shooting a scene
They flip like gymnastic when I get the beam
Stacking so much it can't fit in my jeans
Wanted a bag f*ck any means
Catching a high on a contact
I wanna get high on a private jet
We adding it up yeah we doing math
Dividing the snakes who live in the grass
Remember them day I was skipping class
To go get the money was selling pack
Was working them blocks it was time to go
It started to rain I ain't have a coat
I pray to streets i don't lose my soul
I'm feeling this pain i'ma let it go