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