Trenches ft. Oschino Vasquez Lyrics

Uh, Vasquez, tryn get out the trenches

Drivin' ambition

It's not Jigga, man

It's the Trigga, man

No Roc Nation

You just getting rocked

40-40 club, no it's not

Two 40's on me

That's the 40 Glock

Box of bullets

Only Time he box

Put him in the box

Like he s dots

Like the Lex drop

Wearing dress socks

I slide up

You hear the tech pop

This is it nigga

I gotta get out the trenches

I made it out of them trenches

I can not sit on no benches

Stay away from them bad intentions

Gotta cover my momma expenses

I made it out of them trenches

With niggas that want you to fold

In the streets will come after your soul

So make sure that you stay with your pole

I made it out of them trenches

I can not sit on no benches

Stay away from them bad intentions

Gotta cover my momma expenses

I made it out of them trenches

With niggas that want you to fold

In the streets will come after your soul

So make sure that you stay with your pole

I made it out of them trenches

With niggas that left me for dead

Turned on me over bread

So I stay with the strap in the bed

Never trust no one willing to beg

Niggas change when you can't keep them fed

Instead of grinding

They'll snake you instead

Tunnel vision, only focused ahead

Got some shit you gotta differentiate

Keep them fucked niggas from your dinner plate

I be riding

Call me Mr. Interstate

Fuck you talking

When you got a pending case

That's weird

Stay to myself

You niggas ain't invited

Fucking with y'all

A nigga get indicted

Couple of bands make your bitch get excited

Maneuver the gang

So everything private

I don't trust nobody

Everybody do you dirty

Can't even beef with niggas

They'll snitch in a hurry

I'm just tryn to do me

Tryn count paper

Till I hit a mill

Coming where I'm from

Dog, it shoot shoot

Or get killed

These niggas in these streets got no love

You can't trust a soul, even blood

So I suggest

You get from round here

Fuck around

And shit gone get real round here

I made it out of them trenches

I can not sit on no benches

Stay away from them bad intentions

Gotta cover my momma expenses

I made it out of them trenches

With niggas that want you to fold

In the streets will come after your soul

So make sure that you stay with your pole

I made it out of them trenches

I can not sit on no benches

Stay away from them bad intentions

Gotta cover my momma expenses

I made it out of them trenches

With niggas that want you to fold

In the streets will come after your soul

So make sure that you stay with your pole

Got out the trenches

To hustle relentless

We ran out of hope

So it's dope on the dishes

The murders be senseless

The burners got switches

Another gymnasium

It's safer in prison

Bang, bang, gang orangutan

High speed pursuit

Switching lane to lane

Niggas say my name

In that pain of rain

Shit not a joke

This aint Damon Wayne

The blacker the berry

The sweeter the juice

Bigger your bags

The faster a coupe

Keep the sedan

Just give me the coupe

Bag a whole brick

Move it right off the stoop

We was dead broke

But I knew we would eat

Black A50 with the bright red seats

Ice in Medallion

Feeling like Big Meech

Put you on ice, corpse

Living dead meat

We fill up the graveyards

Fill up the prisons

Odds is against us

To get out the trenches

I had that drive and ambition

The grind and commitment

My mind is divine, shit

I always had visions

God on my side had divine intervention

You know I ride

I bomb competition

I do my time

Then slide out the prison

House so big

Still can't find the kitchen

Minaj et twa

I can't find the time

Shit's grind time

Tryn find a line

Ya right hand

Plotting on your demise

Say he love you

But his eyes can't hide the lies

They kidnap ya son

They want 200 racks

You pay the ransom

They don't give him back

These are the trenches

These are the trenches

I made it out of them trenches

I can not sit on no benches

Stay away from them bad intentions

Gotta cover my momma expenses

I made it out of them trenches

With niggas that want you to fold

In the streets will come after your soul

So make sure that you stay with your pole

I made it out of them trenches

I can not sit on no benches

Stay away from them bad intentions

Gotta cover my momma expenses

I made it out of them trenches

With niggas that want you to fold

In the streets will come after your soul

So make sure that you stay with your pole