Stroup Deezy - Trenches Lyrics

Live and direct from the Trenches
So if i said it i meant it
Lookn back i was so broke
I couldnt afford to pay Attention

Now I'm rare form like a raw Steak
You sweet like a cupcake
My bitch ordered the suflee
So I hustle Sunday to Sunday

40 pounds of that musty an
This bitch thinks that I'm ugly
But th funny thing is every Weekend she come through to F*ck me

You and me are not the same Type I'm too busy getting my Game tight
While the jewelers get my Chain right
I stay outchea gettin my change Right

Never cheat'n on the game I'm
Buy'n an sell'n the same night
When it touchdown its game Time
Flag on the play if theres lames Round

I'm in love with a nerdy girl
An this one is gettn her brain Right
You pick up a bitch with the Same line
I get her and her friend at the Same time

You dont know what i been Through
I been burn'n that hindu
You dont know what i spent Dude
I aint driven ride'n no rental

Didnt have food with the rent Due
But now i got credentials
There Aint much i didnt do
If i get a chance then im finto

Off these beats with the murder Game
I hit that bitch like a hurricane
I put some sip up an Everythang
Kill competition on anything

Og i burn on it
Out to make my return on it
This for those who turned on Me
Let'm know its my turn homie

This for those who turned on Me
Let'm know its my turn homie

This for those who turned on Me
Let'm know its my turn homie