Trenches

FYM

YEAH I WAS BORN FOR THIS S**T DAWG
(Yeah yeah)
Don’t turn me to a Simp of nothing
(ooh weeee)
G’aza on the beat

ThatBoiJimmyBaby!

(Chorus)

I was born in the trenches
Don’t ask me questions
Took my life and I advanced it
You working you waiting on pensions
I don met a lot of fake niggas that be tryna make the good impressions
Turn around now they texting all the opps man I’m stressing
Yeah yeah
That shit a blessing tho
Pass me the wet wet wet
Why I’m interesting though
I got the rep rep rep
Rocking these retros
The shit ain’t out yet yеt yet
I’ll pay you in pesos
Coz that’s what you get gеt get

Verse 1

That’s what you get
Fashion show in a jet
I got hoes in Dubai
Some of them I ain’t met
We don’t bark we don’t bite
But my dawgs get upset
House parties in the sky
Please don’t jump and forget
I had no cheese
I had no guap
I had no bread
I had no means

I had no pants
I had no shirt
Just that one jeans
But I still had hope
Swag so fresh
Swag so clean
Still had fiends
But I focused on my pain
And I focused on my gain
And I focused on the shit that all the haters had to say
And I focused on the dirt that they be tossing on my name
Now I’m flossing
I’m a player I remember where I came

Oh yeah

(Repeat chorus)