[Intro]
Where you come from?
[Chorus]
Came from the trench, I ain't worried about shit (Shit)
Bands on my wrist, bands on my outfit (Ha)
I've been dancin' with the Devil, should I pop 'em in his shit? (Bah)
I need y'all to let me know
Murder rate to the sky from the goddamn floor
I been workin' so hard to achieve my goals
Rock Fear of God, devil want my soul
[Verse]
Yeah, I won’t let him have it, I'ma give 'em havoc
Ridin' down the damn 101 with a bad bitch
And she came with baggage, fat ass, pretty face, wanna live lavish
Kakashi Sensei, I'ma give 'em all the static
Oh, shit, look at my wrist, it's a Patek
Can't go nowhere, bitch, without my semi-automatic
No shit, nigga, I will nеver damn panic
Mariah Carrey, bitch, you know I keep a cannon
Keep ammo for whoevеr don't like it, I'ma blam it
I got options just incase my shit get to jammin'
Tell me why my pockets and my guns keep enhancin'
All my choppas play the drums, all the devils get to dancin'
[Chorus]
Came from the trench, I ain't worried about shit (Shit)
Bands on my wrist, bands on my outfit (Ha)
I've been dancin' with the Devil, should I pop 'em in his shit? (Bah)
I need y'all to let me know
Murder rate to the sky from the goddamn floor
I been workin' so hard to achieve my goals
Rock Fear of God, devil want my soul
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Came from the trench, I ain't worried about shit (Shit)
Bands on my wrist, bands on my outfit (Ha)
I've been dancin' with the Devil, should I pop 'em in his shit? (Bah)
I need y'all to let me know
Murder rate to the sky from the goddamn floor
I been workin' so hard to achieve my goals
Rock Fear of God, devil want my soul
[Outro]
(Where you come from?)
(Where you come from?)
Where you come from?
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