[Intro: Calboy]
Oh
Ah-ah, oh
Oh, oh, oh (Oh)
Ayy, yeah (Hey, hey)
[Chorus: Calboy]
I'm from the trenches where it's you or me
But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P
Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy
Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally
Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty
Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually
On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery
Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Calboy]
Young king, you just gotta stay focused
On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless
I done been through what you been through, why you mopin'?
Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion
I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older
Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola
Stayed out late 'cause I was workin', whippin' up the cola
And I pray 'cause I got angels watchin' over shoulders
Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up
I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motives
You niggas was penny pinchin', they won't say they stole none'
I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over
Death before dishonor, that's just how I live
I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill
Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real
Remember we was starvin', grindin' for the meals
Oh
Ah-ah, oh
Oh, oh, oh (Oh)
Ayy, yeah (Hey, hey)
[Chorus: Calboy]
I'm from the trenches where it's you or me
But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P
Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy
Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally
Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty
Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually
On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery
Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Calboy]
Young king, you just gotta stay focused
On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless
I done been through what you been through, why you mopin'?
Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion
I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older
Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola
Stayed out late 'cause I was workin', whippin' up the cola
And I pray 'cause I got angels watchin' over shoulders
Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up
I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motives
You niggas was penny pinchin', they won't say they stole none'
I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over
Death before dishonor, that's just how I live
I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill
Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real
Remember we was starvin', grindin' for the meals
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