| Started from the trap, now I rap
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| I’ma be the same nigga, I’m grateful where I’m at
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| Trenches and the savages, they put me to the test
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| I ain’t spendin' on no chain unless the lawyers got the check
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| By hidin' four cases and the murder got elected
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| I be ridin' in the street, I left my bitch, but not my weapon
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| My pride underneath, I had to see I caught a blessing
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| Niggas die for the cause, so they miss tomorrow blessings
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| I’m just riding through the hood and I’m seein' so many
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| Dead men in my pocket, I can see the souls vanish
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| Apprehended by the cops and I can see my dope dancin'
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| I’m just talkin' to the trenches 'cause they got my soul in it
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| You can never say the fam ain’t goin' in, they prolific
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| Buy diamonds to remind me I’ma get more bigger
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| Understand it’s a grind, it’s not a race for the figures
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| Roundtable with the bosses, I told 'em we all in
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| Started from the trap, now I rap
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| I’ma be the same nigga, I’m grateful where I’m at
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| Trenches and the savages, they put me to the test
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| I ain’t spendin' on no chain unless the lawyers got the check
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| By hidin' four cases and the murder got elected
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| I be ridin' in the street, I left my bitch, but not my weapon
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| My pride underneath, I had to see I caught a blessing
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| Niggas die for the cause, so they miss tomorrow blessings
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| They ain’t see me as a star, so it make 'em all jealous
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| Always wanted me to starve, I done turned to marvelous
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| I’ma count on my dawgs just to keep the honesty
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| If you love me like you say, then don’t break the bond with me
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| When you trappin' out the vacant, just might catch a body
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| And I’m loyal to the gang, I don’t feel divided
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| When the traphouse boomin', all the hustlers ride in
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| Gotta stack it to the top, then they see you got it
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| Started from the trap, now I rap
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| I’ma be the same nigga, I’m grateful where I’m at
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| Trenches and the savages, they put me to the test
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| I ain’t spendin' on no chain unless the lawyers got the check
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| By hidin' four cases and the murder got elected
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| I be ridin' in the street, I left my bitch, but not my weapon
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| My pride underneath, I had to see I caught a blessing
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| Niggas die for the cause, so they miss tomorrow blessings |