Trenches

[Intro]
Ion' even write no more
This shit not even like.. my twist so it’s like...
I’m writin’ and shit so like the fuck? Shit take more time to get out
Usually I just go off the dome
Fuck it

[Verse: SimxSantana]
Man it hurt me when they killed my nigga Bloc, how the fuck they catch slippin’ in the car on the 9 though
I’ll never think a nigga catch you slippin’ if ya hands was tied up, eyes shut with a blindfold
On some shit like, why you had to die bro?
The will of God and you can’t ‘cause of God though
Fuck it and you know I’m on ride bro
And if it’s ‘bout mine I'ma slide bro
In Chiraq' and I’m screamin’ free Rondo
Back on the westside posted on the 9 though
Bro bangin’ shit and we call that nigga Brondo
Get ya shit pushed back on recline though
No I didn’t sell my soul to get signed though
But this .40 take ya soul you could die bro
If I was you I really wouldn’t try bro
(If I was you I really wouldn’t try bro)
I was booked up for 3 years
My brother told me I had to wipe my tears
Sisters said we was gon’ get up outta there
So I had to get it without no fear
I picked up a pen and a pad
We didn’t have pops so my mom was my dad
I swear to God that my life was sad
I swear to God that my life was bad, it's too bad
In the trenches just know I keep it on me
Lost my cousin, after that, lost my homie, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me, When Shanon died, swear to God that it hurt me
(?) and Gotti, swear to God them my brodies
Niggas talkin’ crazy but still ain't murk me
Brushed it off when that bitch did me dirty
I brushed it off when that bitch did me dirty

[Chorus: SimxSantana & Lil Durk]
Down on my dick and I didn’t have shit not even a pot to piss in
I just fucked up but I lucked up that I made it up out of them trenches (Yea)
I was down bad and I was down on my dick (Yea)
And had a lil' chick, (Yea) and I came with the stick (Yea)
And if you tried to hide it, you’d die with the stick, (Yea)
And if you not a killer, (Yea) can't hop in the whip (Yea)

[Verse: Lil Durk]
I got my check up, (Whoo) I got me a bag, (Gang) then I met a lil bitch and I met her Spleef (Let’s get it)
I know a nigga who shot and it ricocheted, bullet hit and he died (Brrah) in his piss (Let's get it)
Niggas and coming outside, he wolfing on live, the nigga had died in his crib (Died at his crib)
No auto, talk to ‘em (Gang)
You ain't been in that car, when (Whoo) you ride with your pipe, and you can’t turn around, gotta die for yo niggas (Let's get it)
You ain’t outside forreal, the only time you slide, when you sliding on Twitter, you a pussy (You a pussy)
Hop out yo car but you shot from a distance (Doo-doo) and you could of got up on him, lil' nigga you a rookie (Yea)
How you feel? You ain't did shit (Ha ha) for the nigga that died, who gon' ride for you pussy nigga, you a pussy

[Chorus: SimxSantana & Lil Durk]
Down on my dick and I didn’t have shit not even a pot to piss in
I just fucked up but I lucked up that I made it up out of them trenches (Yea)
I was down bad and I was down on my dick (Yea)
And had a lil' chick, (Yea) and I came with the stick (Yea)
And if you tried to hide it, you’d die with the stick, (Yea)
And if you not a killer, (Yea) can't hop in the whip (Yea)

[Outro: SimxSantana]
Gang, gang, gang