Travail - Trenches Lyrics

I was just stuck in the trenches
Got out my feelings and
Got in my bag
The back in just came in
Stack it up to ceiling
Mind on the millions
You Warming the bench
I'm playin field
You hating
F*ck yo opinion
My Trigger finger itching
1 shot
Head shot
To kill
They finished
I Paid admission
Now I'm back to the business

My Mind on my grind
Red bone
With her head in my lap
Left hand on her tracks
Leather seats laid back
Jesus take the wheel
I don't do it for the thrill
This for the late nights sleeping in the whip
Kept my eyes on the prize
Fell in love with the blue bills
My Pistol cocked even when I'm in the gym like Gil
Lacking round here get you killed
Day ones become yo enemies
Check yo energy
What's a peasant to king
What's a king to God
I'm supreme
Got money got power got guns
Send a all out blitz get rid of yo whole Team
Fab 5 who i do it for
Pressure on me but it made Gold
Ice on my neck
It's matching my heart
Freezer cold
Sharks round here put you on shirt
Free promo
Stay in my lane
Catching plays
F*ck with the gang
You gone pay
Told that Nat
Fall back
I'm all bout my Green Bay
Arron Rodgers on my team (Quarterback)
Solid front
And he Won't get sacked
We all on go
Philly special
Touchdown (Winning)
Super Bowl

I was just stuck in the trenches
Got out my feelings and
Got in my bag
The back in just came in
Stack it up to ceiling
Mind on the millions
You Warming the bench
I'm playin field
You hating
F*ck yo opinion
My Trigger finger itching
1 shot
Head shot
To kill
They finished
I Paid admission
Now I'm back to the business

I'm Chasing my dreams
To Be a Living legend mike jack micheal Myers
Chopper
Deep fryah
Take over yo trap
Broccoli
Zip lock
Gas pack
Posted on the block
Shaq attack
I Cash in
Then cashed out
Stash that
Full throttle
In my own lane
First I aim
Blue tips gone penetrate
I arrived to class late
In the da city with the OGs making plays
From da same place
Where the murder rate elevate
F*ck da law they ain't solving no cases
They then let my dawg out da cage
He Serve it to you raw on yo dinner plate
Shooters on Go
Ain't No delay
They Ain't show us no other way
Niggas is vegans
They don't want beef
Keep yo mouth closed if you want all yo teeth
My right hook thanos
Big gun keep it close
Old money new money
My Pockets swollen
Flow cold
Dark skin stripper
She hella thick
Ima tip her
Yellow bone juicy bitch
Im securing it
Back to the room
F*ck her wit my chains on
It's 3 in the morning
Trap still jumping
So Know im gone
Run up
Sonic boom
Big 40 sound like a baritone
Sucka ass niggas
Plotting on the throne
Long live the God
The marathon continues on

I was just stuck in the trenches
Got out my feelings and
Got in my bag
The back in just came in
Stack it up to ceiling
Mind on the millions
You Warming the bench
I'm playin field
You hating
F*ck yo opinion
My Trigger finger itching
1 shot
Head shot
To kill
They finished
I Paid admission
Now I'm back to the business

I was just stuck in the trenches
Got out my feelings and
Got in my bag
The back in just came in
Stack it up to ceiling