Trenches

[Part I] [Intro: D Flowers] Ayy, hey, hey, turn me up, hey Yeah, hey I know these niggas thirsty Hey, I am too [Verse 1: D Flowers] Fill my cup with water, compare me to nann artist 'Cause I would have to be Jacob Lawrence if we was drawin' 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 feelin' 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 Runnin' from the constablеs, constantly bein' cautious Where did hе get these problems? They started in kindergarten Startin' with bein' tryna get to sit the principal's office Since lunch was favorite part of the day because we was starvin' The apple on my teacher's desk had my mouth waterin' And they had a nigga makin' macaroni art and shit Pardon me for cursin', 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 hot dog water and a rusty pan When I talk about 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 Thanksgivin' yams, psh [Verse 2: Propain] Shit crazy, the homie became a junkie, damn Nigga went from dope boy fresh to a fuckin' zombie man I watched him go from movin' Ps to pumpin' grams To spare change, he literally doin' the money dance How niggas gon' sell they soul? I can't understand It's two humans I fear judgin', that's Uncle Sam This courtroom is just smilin' handin' a hundred, 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 touchin' 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 livin' in fuckin' Wonderland We used to see the sirens then the youngin's ran Whole life savings in one rubberband No pop from the womb, I had to become a man I ain't lyin', could still hear cryin' 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" Ridin' with the motherfuckin' top bent Hit a lick, nigga got the whole block lit Flexin' on them ol' ass teachers who say we not shit Same team with me, we fly as a fuckin' cockpit Did it on my own and can't none of these niggas stop this Pro' [Part II] [Intro: Propain] (X.O.) Yeah Still comin' 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 [Verse: Propain] 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 phasin' Pro' We love this power, but this ain't stars and we ain't playin' ghost Bring your ass around here with that work, them boys gon' paint ya clothes Low, ol' school, the plates scrapin' road Candy painted, taste the glow, them boppers love them '84s That trunk knockin', 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 fuckin' way we drippin' Baddest broads, niggas come from 'round the world to save these bitches Pro', windows down, 380 tippin' Jammin' Moe, not a jack around this bitch gon' say he slippin' I'm a legend, and don't forget that saviour when you mention Third Co's hustle time made me, nigga, Forever Trill [Outro] 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 sayin', youngster? You got to respect women Your mother was a woman