Trenches

(albüm: 7 Day Theory - 2018)

Ayy, hey, hey, turn me up, hey
Yeah, hey
I know these niggas thirsty
Hey, I am too

Fill my cup with water, compare me to nann artist
'Cause I would have to be Jacob Lawrence if we was drawing
Prior to an incarceration, I was half-hearted
I ain't know this shit was until I shitted when I farted
Then I came home focused with a murder feeling target
Even if I fell short, the money probably be the tallest
If I ain't have this music, I'd probably sleep in a coffin
I was in the streets constant, my mama didn't see me often
Running from the constables, constantly being cautious
Where did he get these problems? They started in kindergarten
Starting with being tryna get to sit the principal's office
Since lunch was favorite part of the day because we was starving
The apple on my teacher's desk had my mouth watering
And they had a nigga making macaroni art and shit
Pardon me for cursing, I never learned how to write in cursive
I had bigger questions like, "Ms. Jackson, where my father went?
Every time my word, I would get commened performances
And I went home and spent time with the local pharmacist
The honor roll ain't change the fact we came home to arguments
Ain't nobody pat me on my back for them accomplishments
But we had some hotdog water and a rusty pan
When I talk them change you, would you understand? Hey
I just seen my auntie with another man, hey
I got two little sisters and three little brothers, man, hey
I can't let nobody talk about the fam', hey
Kicked me outta class, I don't give a damn, hey
I'll never fold when I'm in that jam, hey
I watched mama hustle for Thanksgiving yams, psh

Shit crazy, the homie became a junkie, damn
Nigga went from dope boy fresh to a fucking zombie man
I watched him go from moving Ps to pumping grams
To spare change, he literally doing the money dance
How niggas gon' sell they soul? I can't understand
It's two humans I fear judging, that's Uncle Sam
This courtroom is just smiling handing a hunnid, fam'
My partner just got sentenced, he never gon' see his son again
Where I'm from it's a basketball or a gun in hand
And when it's hot, them games get live, we been had a Summer Jam
I learned that love can't fix your pain like a comma can
But ain't no love once these niggas see that you touching Grants
On my knees I cry, "Don't ever judge a man"
You ever been so hungry, that shit that just make your stomach cramp?
Got on the hustle, now everything on the upperhand
Compared to them slums now I'm living in fucking Wonderland
We used to see the sirens then the youngin's ran
Whole life savin's in one rubberband
No pop from the womb, I had to become a man
I ain't lying, could still hear crying
Really from the dirt, but I ain't let that shit define me
Had my back against the wall, I showed 'em pressure make a diamond
Bitch, I gotta eat, so if it's cheddar, I'ma find it
Could never rap again and claim a legend off consignment
I can't a L, no, not again
When I'm gone, they gon' say, "That nigga got it in"
When I'm gone, they gon' say, "That nigga got it in"
Riding with the muh'fucking top bent
Hit a lick, nigga got the whole block lit
Flexing on them ol' ass teachers who say we not shit
Same team with me, we fly as a fucking cockpit
Did it on my own and can't none of these niggas stop this
Pro'

(X.O.)
Yeah
Still coming down 288
Bunch of slabs in a single file line, man, ain't shit changed, you niggas know what it is, man
Shout out my big bro, Lil Keke
Look

I probably die before I break the code
It ain't enough fame out here to taint my soul, ain't none of these niggas phasing Pro'
We love this power, but this ain't stars and we ain't playing ghost
Bring your ass around here with that work, them boys gon' paint ya clothes
Low, ol' school, the plates scraping road
Candy painted, taste the glow, them boppers love them '84s
That trunk knocking, that bang 'bout to make the frame explose
Slab but we hop up out that bitch like it's Mercedes doors
Yeah, I know you niggas got agendas
Love to travel to my city, get your flavor from the realest
Tried to, run off with the sound to the fucking way we dripping
Baddest broads, niggas come from 'round the world to save these bitches
Pro', windows down, 380 tipping
Jamming Moe, not a jack around this bitch gon' say he slipping
I'm a legend, and don't forget that saviour when you mention
Third Co's hustle time made me, nigga, Forever Trill

See that's the problem with these young names
You niggas ain't players, you niggas ain't players
See I'ma tell you one thing about women, you understand?
I been in jail twenty-three years
Nigga, I done had more bitches than I look at
I still got bitches, look, pass them pictures over there I'ma show you
This my bitch here, Darlene, she live in Delaware
I need a woman, everybody needs a woman
Women make the world go 'round
You give a woman a seed, she give you a child
You give her a house, she turn it into a house
You understand what I'm saying, youngster?
You got to respect women
Your mother was a woman