Lyrics Trenches - Suigeneris, NLE Choppa

Trenches

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
ForeignGotEm
I got out the trenches, we all good
Bodies stay dropping in my hood
Gotta stay hungry, piranha
Keep me a stick like Nirvana
Came in with a big strap, this ain’t no baby AK
Had to lay that bitch down, I got that, call it mayday
We cannot rock with that fuck shit you talkin'
That means you get wet up in public
That chopper on me, don’t got time for no bluffin'
Stop callin' my phone, ain’t no takin' a budget
Thought you was my brother but turned to a cousin
How these motherfuckers gon' switch?
Money turned you to a bitch
I turned to a savage and then I got rich
I be the shoulder they cryin' on
Same person that they be lyin' on
Every time they playin' my songs
Say that I’m cap and don’t write 'em
I’ma just talk my shit
Every thing said, I believe, I would die for
Lovin' me now 'cause I got it
They all out of pocket, they snake when the lights on
Know you won’t ride for me, baby, don’t cry for me
When I’m down six feet in the grave, I know my time’s coming
I know that shit changed when the money came, and I’m fine with that
I don’t need none of these people around me, they fake, I despise all that
Gotta keep a nine in the back 'cause the truck go slow, the world is cold
I was steady in them trenches with my bro, the nights is cold
Said we all gon' make it out, and those are words I swore
DG Gang, they ain’t gon' fuck with us, we go to war, yeah
I got out the trenches, we all good
Bodies stay dropping in my hood
Gotta stay hungry, piranha
Keep me a stick like Nirvana
Came in with a big strap, this ain’t no baby AK
Had to lay that bitch down, I got that, call it mayday
I came out the trenches, I came out the struggle
You fuck with my brothers, I’ma have to hurt you
I was grindin' alone, you know I was workin'
I was deep in that water, you know I was surfin'
When Geno died, it left me in shock
I prayed to my bullies and put 'em in Glocks
Ain’t sell no dope, ain’t sell no rocks
I picked up the mic, since then, ain’t stop
If I lose another nigga, I’ma crash out with this pistol
Them 7.62's look like mini-missiles
Like the end of the school day, I put 'em in dismissal
Bullets hit a nigga’s skin like he gettin' tickled
Them Percs numb the pain, I can’t feel a thing
And I was stuck up in that storm, you can feel the rain
And bitch, you hear it in my voice, I was strugglin' with force
I ain’t really have no choice, I wipe his nose, ain’t show no remorse
Lost a few niggas 'cause the trenches, road to the riches
I’m swervin' lane to lane, I’m tryna get my digits
Last month I was broke, I thank the Lord for «Shotta Flow»
I was close to crashing out, the rap ain’t work, I was spazzin' out
I got out the trenches, we all good
Bodies stay dropping in my hood
Gotta stay hungry, piranha
Keep me a stick like Nirvana
Came in with a big strap, this ain’t no baby AK
Had to lay that bitch down, I got that, call it mayday