Selling Dreams

[Intro]

Kieran Nash Beats

R14

[Pre-Chorus]

In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means

That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves

She gotta give me face first like a pedigree

I’d rather sell B and white than be selling dreams

In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means

That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves

She gotta give me face first like a pedigree

I'd rather sell B and whitе than be selling dreams

[Verse 1]

My old school friеnds shocked now

Told them that I gotta pick

Catch a pussy slipping, that’s just suttin' that I gotta dip

Don't listen to my paigons please, them man there chat a lot of shit

They say they don't fuck with 12, **** does the opposite

I don't mind the politics as long as I got peace for waps

Niggas talking wicked, but see, they ain't got no P's for that

Nigga talked to bitches about niggas, that's the she in man

And still ain’t even hitting, they just bitching for no reason, akh

If you’re talking scores, don't trick boy, we’re in the lead

Heard my name a couple times, now she's into me

Clocked I'm coming up, now she tryna intervene

Baby girl, you had your chance

Go fuck with them niggas that got beef with me

Trouble's ’round the corner, so they four get gripped so easily

Never had to say a word, that's why I call easy deep

Run up with half a box, that's what I can easy P

Switching lanes in sport mode, I think that's just MB in me

Trending, but I'm still in the trenches

When niggas hate to see you win, they're shit at pretending

And for one thing, for sure, the funeral's pending

I got young boys tryna get a name and attention

[Chorus]

In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck

Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs

And ask them how they holding up

Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up

They're saying it was me on a ped with a pole one up

In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck

Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs

And ask them how they holding up

Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up

They're saying it was me on a ped with a pole one up

[Post-Chorus]

In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means

That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves

She gotta give me face first like a pedigree

I'd rather sell B and white than be selling dreams

[Outro]

R14