Lyrics

[Hook] I'm coming from the trenches, it ain't nice here Hundred grand in ice, it makes your eyes stare But I ain't tryna spend my life here I can tell you about dreams and nightmares I'm coming from the trenches, it ain't nice here Hundred grand in ice, it makes your eyes stare But I ain't tryna spend my life here I can tell you about dreams and nightmares [Verse 1] I can tell you about a trapper's life They called me Pak-Man before the packs of white Madness last night, I've gotta handle mine Girl can you lie, be my alibi? Something's getting fried if my brudda slides These young shooters love the hype, what's the gutter like? They're gonna risk it all for a couple pies She's gonna buss it open cause my money right Now I'm living better, never seen a wrist that's wetter Can't be selling bits forever, can't put down my stick and leathers Told my brothers "Stick together" Let's just get this money and be rich forever Tell you how the city is, I came up on a gritty strip I came up in a pissy lift, I came up in a nitty's crib I came up then I flipped the script, now everyday I'm drippy lit On my business shit, I ain't tryna hit a lick [Hook] I'm coming from the trenches, it ain't nice here Hundred grand in ice, it makes your eyes stare But I ain't tryna spend my life here I can tell you about dreams and nightmares I'm coming from the trenches, it ain't nice here Hundred grand in ice, it makes your eyes stare But I ain't tryna spend my life here I can tell you about dreams and nightmares [Verse 2] Struggle in my blood, struggle in my veins Different values, different morals, we don't think the same Where was you when I was walking in the rain? You just see me pull up in the Range There's a thin line between the love and hate I used to eat food off your mother's plate I thought you was my brother, you was just a snake Dug your grave, I'm about to touch the stage I paid the cost to be labelled boss I'm coming from a hood where it's baking hot I remember nights I had to stray the cops Now I go Mercedes and upgrade the drop From a young buck, this vision clear in my mind Took perseverance and grind, took years of my life Hit a million sales out there on the grind Broken homes, seen families barely survive Wipe the tear from your eye [Hook] I'm coming from the trenches, it ain't nice here Hundred grand in ice, it makes your eyes stare But I ain't tryna spend my life here I can tell you about dreams and nightmares I'm coming from the trenches, it ain't nice here Hundred grand in ice, it makes your eyes stare But I ain't tryna spend my life here I can tell you about dreams and nightmares