Manhattan Vibes

[Intro]
DayOut
I'm from the trenches, I got hood nigga tendencies
New vibe, she don't love me, she just feeling me
They gon' have to spend a lot of money to get rid of me
And I ain't going out like no sucka, niggas ain't killing me

[Chorus]
I'm from the trenches, I got hood nigga tendencies
New vibe, she don't love me, she just feeling me
They gon' have to spend a lot of money to get rid of me
And I ain't going out like no sucka, niggas ain't killing me

[Verse 1]
I lost all my feelings in this chrome heart
Bitches did me dirty, yeah, it's cool, I'll be alright
I just mix some Wock' with a Addy, I'll be up all night
Baby, I'll be way too high, but I don't wanna come down
He was talking spicy on the net, that made us run down
I don't wanna die young, so I won't put this gun down
Used to force my love on her, that bitch know we done now
Niggas talking trap shit, can't even get off one pound
Used to tell her how I feel, she was hanging up
Niggas never keep it real, so they can't hang with us
Feel like I was here before like it was made for us
Fucking bitches then we leave 'em, ain't no playing us
We stuck in the jungle like Jumanji
I hang with the goons, niggas grimy
Yeah, I'm from the H, that's where you'll find me
They were just tryna line me, now they're tryna sign me
And if a nigga take my chain, we gon' catch a homi'
He gon' die with that bitch, so I ain't worried 'bout it
The way we slide with them sticks, I know they heard about it
(The way we slide with them sticks, I know they heard about it, I know they heard about it, oh)

[Chorus]
I'm from the trenches, I got hood nigga tendencies
New vibe, she don't love me, she just feeling me
They gon' have to spend a lot of money to get rid of me
And I ain't going out like no sucka, niggas ain't killing me
I'm from the trenches, I got hood nigga tendencies
New vibe, she don't love me, she just feeling me
They gon' have to spend a lot of money to get rid of me
And I ain't going out like no sucka, niggas ain't killing me

[Verse 2]
Straight from out the trenches had a hard life
Feel like I need love but don't want no wife
But I'm scared of the heights, bae, I'm so high
Spend a ten pack on Dior, it happens all the time
Big bag on me, I live my way
Nigga lost his life for looking sideways
Could've went to Shyne, went to Elliante
Baby, this a Lamborghini not an i8
Buy my bitch a body, get her shit snatched
Hit her doggystyle, make her look back
Still got niggas in the kitchen that just cook crack
Heard that they were snitching, took they hood pass
Broken-hearted, but I still need love
Tryna ease the pain, I'm off three drugs
Still connected in the trap house, I got three plugs
We'd rather get caught with all these poles before they leave us, before they leave us

[Chorus]
I'm from the trenches, I got hood nigga tendencies
New vibe, she don't love me, she just feeling me
They gon' have to spend a lot of money to get rid of me
And I ain't going out like no sucka, niggas ain't killing me
I'm from the trenches, I got hood nigga tendencies
New vibe, she don't love me, she just feeling me
They gon' have to spend a lot of money to get rid of me
And I ain't going out like no sucka, niggas ain't killing me