I promise you
We take niggas there, it's where I'm from
Yeah
It's where I'm from like for real
It's where I'm from
I ain't never told you one lie nigga
Momma kick me out, thuggin back in the street
Straight to Fay house, knock on the door like "Bro let me sleep"
He roll a blunt, throw on a instro and we just float on a beat
Shoot at them niggas everyday, you know this war shit get deep
Follow in my brothers footsteps, I'ma cook like him
Brodie shot the wrong man, all he did was look like him
I'm from the trenches, most niggas don't makе it out of there
I bend a cornеr, jump a gate, and bitch I'm getting out of there
It's 12-12 bags on the counter with residue in 'em
Brodie played the trap 3 nights just to buy new denims
Yeah, Yeah
It's for the trenches for real
My word law where I'm from, we don't even play like that
I ain't with that fidgeting at all, reach for my waistline fast
Went to prison, praying niggas answer the phone for me
Niggas treat me like they wasn't sliding, moving zones with me
I ain't get a dollar, nigga i ain't get a soup
But niggas call me when it's problems, they know I shoot
I'm in the club with it, clutching hard, bugging off a perc pill
Got get backs for brodie, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda hurt still
Pouring six of that shit, start thinking about my first drill
Throw fifty in the stick, just wanna see if this bitch work still
Baby Z got my heart, I'll put her in my first will
Did a lot of dirt, just so you can be clean
Coming home late, your momma ask what's that in my jeans
I got problems with the whole hood, I'll go to war with the street
I used to be cool with them niggas
I ain't want shit to do with them niggas
Pack my shit, I'm through with them niggas
I'll really end up shooting them niggas
Brodie tell me I gotta chill cause I got shit I gotta do
He call me while I'm tryna drill, he tryna get me in a booth
That drac spit
This bitch like Lil James with the missing tooth
I'm Lil Wayne, cause Papi don't rock with no ceilings too
We take niggas there, it's where I'm from
Yeah
It's where I'm from like for real
It's where I'm from
I ain't never told you one lie nigga
Momma kick me out, thuggin back in the street
Straight to Fay house, knock on the door like "Bro let me sleep"
He roll a blunt, throw on a instro and we just float on a beat
Shoot at them niggas everyday, you know this war shit get deep
Follow in my brothers footsteps, I'ma cook like him
Brodie shot the wrong man, all he did was look like him
I'm from the trenches, most niggas don't makе it out of there
I bend a cornеr, jump a gate, and bitch I'm getting out of there
It's 12-12 bags on the counter with residue in 'em
Brodie played the trap 3 nights just to buy new denims
Yeah, Yeah
It's for the trenches for real
My word law where I'm from, we don't even play like that
I ain't with that fidgeting at all, reach for my waistline fast
Went to prison, praying niggas answer the phone for me
Niggas treat me like they wasn't sliding, moving zones with me
I ain't get a dollar, nigga i ain't get a soup
But niggas call me when it's problems, they know I shoot
I'm in the club with it, clutching hard, bugging off a perc pill
Got get backs for brodie, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda hurt still
Pouring six of that shit, start thinking about my first drill
Throw fifty in the stick, just wanna see if this bitch work still
Baby Z got my heart, I'll put her in my first will
Did a lot of dirt, just so you can be clean
Coming home late, your momma ask what's that in my jeans
I got problems with the whole hood, I'll go to war with the street
I used to be cool with them niggas
I ain't want shit to do with them niggas
Pack my shit, I'm through with them niggas
I'll really end up shooting them niggas
Brodie tell me I gotta chill cause I got shit I gotta do
He call me while I'm tryna drill, he tryna get me in a booth
That drac spit
This bitch like Lil James with the missing tooth
I'm Lil Wayne, cause Papi don't rock with no ceilings too
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