Im from da Trenches

Lyrics

[Intro] Man, I feel like, man, we over here man We locked in a box, man, no matter what we do You get a record, pfft, you not gettin' nothin' I just got to the pen, they won't hire me 'cause I'm a parolee So, what I'ma do? Just sit out here and be broke Stop it! Nigga, got myself some weed, some dope, some crystals Some heroin, I'm finna ride [Chorus: Mr. Sche] I'm from these trenches (yeah), I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, pimpin', slingin', now you know (Yeah) I'm from thеse trenches, I don't know nothin' еlse I'm from these trenches, rob and steal, I need help (Yeah) I'm from these trenches (yeah), I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, pimpin', slingin', now you know (Yeah) I'm from these trenches, I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, rob and steal, I need help (Yeah) [Verse 1: Mr. Sche] I am MIster Immortal, Mister Ethereal I am a killer, habitual serial Run through the shadow of death with these niggas These niggas ain't powerful, they are inferior Stuck on procrastination and confusion Livin' on broken dreams and illusion The ghetto need somethin' more than revolution We first gotta free ourselves from self-illusion They want everything for nothing (Stop the bluffin') Want someone to feel sorry for they strugglin' Don't know the first thing about real hustlin' But get out and rob and steal from they brothers' Emotional niggas, killin' baby mothers They can't take the brake, I wish you want another 'Cause you cannot stand up like a man How is you gangster when you run from drama? How is you gangster, can't [?] that kill biz How is you gangster, can't pick out yo kids Get out the crime, can't do the time Get up in court and you cry like a bitch! Niggas be fakin', they feel for the streets Stop bein' a criminal, give up the greed But you'd rather lay under these trifle-ass hoes No money, no future (yeah), y'all niggas weak Y'all niggas stuck, stuck with no clue Worried about what we gon' think about you A nigga have a heart attack, 'bout to die He gon' take a picture (yeah), post it 'cause he want views Y'all niggas confused, y'all niggas is slow Y'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas is soft Y'all niggas done failed and don't even know Gonna rot in a cell than actually grow [Chorus: Mr. Sche] I'm from these trenches (yeah), I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, pimpin', slingin', now you know (Yeah) I'm from these trenches, I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, rob and steal, I need help (Yeah) I'm from these trenches (yeah), I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, pimpin', slingin', now you know (Yeah) I'm from these trenches, I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, rob and steal, I need help (Yeah) [Verse 2: T-Rock] You are the spiritual bein' But they don't really give a fuck about you and your soul They want us focused on the physical wealth And keep a nigga plottin' about who in control Personally, they never knew ambition Inside of your heart and felt you wouldn't hold You would be appalled if you see the hurdles They jump over (yeah) just to keep you in control This here is a big fix on the curb with the biscuit Finna hit licks with a mob full of misfits Who will flip bricks, livin' on a fixed income, still tryna get rich [?] takin' and try to keep up with this anxiety I make a warrior into a shell of a man I was in a war before Armageddon began Those who oppress the children of God (yeah) will forever be damned I ride with them clockin' clothes On targets, I lock and load More heavy metal in my closet than singles (yeah) who Rock N' Roll So if you in robbin' mode, I let what I got explode I pop at fools who try to take me back to my (yeah) Jon Gotti mode Fuck what you heard nigga, damn what you saw I ain't got no Uncle Sam, his command ain't my law I let God be my judge, we all got imperfect flaws On that note, fuck the world and fuck the law, nigga (Yeah) [Chorus: Mr. Sche] I'm from these trenches (yeah), I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, pimpin', slingin', now you know (Yeah) I'm from these trenches, I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, rob and steal, I need help (Yeah) I'm from these trenches (yeah), I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, pimpin', slingin', now you know (Yeah) I'm from these trenches, I don't know nothin' else I'm from these trenches, rob and steal, I need help (Yeah) [Interlude] I'm not finna see my nephew, my son, my mama, or nobody's story Because these motherfuckers won't give me no job, so I gotta do what I know how to do There's never no cycle to get us out of this. This is just a cycle to get us back into it [Outro: Mr. Sche] Yeah hoe (Yeah hoe) Yeah hoe (Yeah hoe)