[Verse 1]
He ain't even from the trenches, you can tell, right?
Highway to Satan, seein' faces in my headlights
I was in that cell like roll call, jail life
Thoughts in my head like, "See who tryna sell knife"
I done really made a machete out of a rail pipe
Perfectly attended the trenches, I was there every night
Chevron hot, we switched spots and made the Shell bite
I don't mean to weep, but this shit deeper than a way of life
As the engine rumble, flames fumble out the tailpipe
Nigga, we was poor, dead fuckin' broke
Sleepin' on the floor, couldn't afford a 4 for 4
Ain't it crazy how the tables turned and now the Rollie glow?
Like Spalding when I'm ballin', I'm like Kobe with the 'fro
'Fore I spend it on a bitch, I'ma blow a bag on my bro, look
Really from the trenches, we couldn't come outside in sandals
Lovin' my lingo, she say it's trenches in my grammar
Man, you know I'm big 1017 like I'm from Alabama
Ask them niggas in Atlanta how I thug in Fulton County
Earned my name up in this game, but I'm tryna change for my granny
And I know I fucked a bitch before, but now, ho, I got standards
Young soldier, heart colder than December
Remember I was broke, ain't have no beans in my denims
Trappin' out an Enterprise, I'm makin' bands out a rental
Pull up in the trenches, no AC, got fans in the windows
[Verse 2]
Make my wings lemon pepper with a Dr. Pepper
I don't give a fuck who a stepper and who is not a stepper
Ain't no bodies drop, tell me how you got to a shotta level
Every different city, they dig me, but I am not a shovel
Thuggin', with the shit since I was six, that's what my mama tell 'em
Say you got them bricks, I'm takin' trips, so you ain't gotta mail 'em
Free all of my niggas, puttin' pictures in my partner letters
P.O. on my dick, I'm totin' that stick like I am not a felon, gang
Lemon Pepper Freestyle was written by Hotboy Wes.
Hotboy Wes released Lemon Pepper Freestyle on Wed Aug 10 2022.