[Chorus]

Grew up in the trenches

Homicides and robberies

Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties

Didn't have a choice

I was sick of all this poverty

So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[Verse 1]

So ima poke a window I ain't tryna go broke

Before I struggle for a meal I'm probably up in a home

Niggas brag when they help so I'll do it alone

I never got to be a kid I was forced to have grown

I hate the struggle nigga

But that shit made me colder

See my pops get killed fuck me up as I got older

Everyday a new battle I got demons on my shoulders

They telling me to kill for every single fallen soldier

Plus there's voices in my head

And all them niggas fell the same

They like fuck this rap shit go make them niggas fell your pain

Stop writing all these songs

Hit the opps and bust a brain

Plus the angel on my shoulder and he begging me to change

But fuck that

I'm tryna wipe they mind like the men and black

If we don't see em out we hold position

Then we spinning back

Never been on defense fuck the opps we on full attack

And fuck a peace treaty

Dumb nigga we ain't into that

[Chorus]

Cause bitch I'm from the trenches

Homicides and robberies

Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties

Didn't have a choice

I was sick of all this poverty

So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

Bitch I'm from the trenches

Homicides and robberies

Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties

Didn't have a choice

I was sick of all this poverty

So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

[Verse 2]

Until I see we gon be straight I'll do whatever it takes

I'll rest when a nigga dead I ain't taking no breaks

Why you fucking with them suckas?

Baby we first place

I always knew one day I'll make it out of this place

And what prodigy say?

Only the fittest survive

I been through hell and came back

I'm just glad I'm alive

Aye ma look I'm on stage I think we gon be alright

Ima make it for it all including all them nights

Aye look I'm destined for greatness so I got shooters that'll blast for me

Your shooter tried that nigga died you put your last homie

I swear I came a long way

Remember riding in the back seat

We hit them niggas block they get to running like a track meet

40 poppin

Shells flying boy you better duck

This time I swear you fucked up boy you outta luck

Bouncing out with army weapons left that pussy nigga stuck

I would chill cause I got fans but I really don't give a fuck

[Chorus]

Cause bitch I'm from the trenches

Homicides and robberies

Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties

Didn't have a choice

I was sick of all this poverty

So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery

Bitch I'm from the trenches

Homicides and robberies

Wasn't good at trappin fell in love with hitting properties

Didn't have a choice

I was sick of all this poverty

So ima hit the field until my momma hit the lottery