Trenches

[Verse 1]
Look
While you were too shook to show your face
I rode through hell like I owned the place
They must think I'm afraid to fail
As if I won't kick you below the waist
I didn't come this far making no mistakes, nah
Telling you I know the taste
The only thing I really got in this world is right now
So how can I slow the pace?
I gotta showcase and we both know the deal
Fuck knows how we're supposed to feel
You know what the time is, vibes o'clock
So much style, man it's overkill
That's when a boy got told to chill
Then he started swallowing a load of pills
The future's never really known until you start
Losing your mind and your motor skills now
Crash and burn
That's the only way that you actually learn
When I get stressed, man I flick the ash
You man chat shit, no cash return
Off my own back, I'm unconcerned about this and that
About what you've earned, let me
Bring you back down to Earth
You can suck my dick for what it's worth, now
It's funny these rappers are lying
This shit that they rhyming about ain't reality
Perpetual lack of respect
And acceptance has got them projecting a fantasy
These shottas will have you up rapidly
These killers will jack you up savagely
Just carrying on chatting
Until they be dragging
Your body out rivers all maggoty
I'm hoping, I'm praying mistaken identity doesn't end up as a tragedy
There's people I know who were really about it
And still they became a fatality
The story you're telling's imaginary
I hope you're prepared for the gravity
Like how would your family actually handle the news
And imagine the agony

[Hook]
Man's getting really sick and tired of this shit
So I'm gonna poke holes, ask questions
A lot of you girls wants kings
'Stead of acting like queens, y'all move like jesters
Way too old to be dealing or messing with anything other than gold intentions
Gets cold in the trenches, on the park benches
And the gods are relentless

[Verse 2]
Me, I don't need the attention
You, need to keep reinventing
You ain't got the bredrins around you
To tell you to fix up, it's a deep intervention
Boy, you're gonna need the protection
Boy, you're gonna need the affection
Oi, it's not free, the collection
It's a shame that you can't see your reflection
You made a feeble connection
And now you got to live with your choices
Put your seatbelt on while you're swinging from that corporate dick
Like a chimp exploited
I'm not angry, I'm disappointed
You could have been so much more
But you sold out tryna stay blessed and anointed
And I don't give a fuck no more cos I'm
Sick of these dickheads who pop out of nowhere
They're sucking the life out of all of it
Get the fuck out my house, man
You're running your mouth
And you really should learn how to crawl a bit
In fact, you should bite off a smaller bit
Swallow it down with that branding of bullshit
In rap or whatever you're calling it
We ain't falling for none of it, shush bruv

[Hook]
Now I'm getting really sick and tired of this shit
So I'm gonna poke holes, ask questions
A lot of you girls wants kings
'Stead of acting like queens, y'all move like jesters
Way too old to be dealing or messing with anything other than gold intentions
Gets cold in the trenches, on the park benches
And the gods are relentless