[Intro]
The collective
Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches
Aye I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I'm livin'
Uh, I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him
Uh, diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin'
[Verse 1]
Hey my pistol get to knocking like the police on the searchin' and seize
These tools allergic to the opps 'cause when they see them they sneeze
Pipe it down with all them rumors, bitch we runnin' the streets
Can't name somebody in the city who really fuckin' with me, aye
We don't do the dissin', make the word and we gettin' him chalked
Glass body, yeah my brodie caught, he got hit with a Glock
Aye, all my opps is broke, I ain't seein' them shop
Put some money up, I bet my singing ass get another one pop
Yeah we with that, like a deflated tire, leave your shit flat
We play with XD's, ain't no XO's fuck a tictac
Aye stop mentioning our names and do something about that get back
Patek on my wrist, this bitch hit just like a kickback
Aye, had to cut some homies off, I seen hidden agendas
Shoutout my daughter, 'cause of her, look at women a bit different
But that's for women, it's a difference referring to bitches
I'm from the trenches, 'member days ain't shit in the kitchen
Aye my cousin lost a kidney, couldn't quit the sippin'
When we was children, I had problems I always just hit it
How I grew up sinnin', mom and pops was in a religion
Diamonds on me dancin', what I started I'm always gon' finish
The collective
Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches
Aye I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I'm livin'
Uh, I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him
Uh, diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin'
[Verse 1]
Hey my pistol get to knocking like the police on the searchin' and seize
These tools allergic to the opps 'cause when they see them they sneeze
Pipe it down with all them rumors, bitch we runnin' the streets
Can't name somebody in the city who really fuckin' with me, aye
We don't do the dissin', make the word and we gettin' him chalked
Glass body, yeah my brodie caught, he got hit with a Glock
Aye, all my opps is broke, I ain't seein' them shop
Put some money up, I bet my singing ass get another one pop
Yeah we with that, like a deflated tire, leave your shit flat
We play with XD's, ain't no XO's fuck a tictac
Aye stop mentioning our names and do something about that get back
Patek on my wrist, this bitch hit just like a kickback
Aye, had to cut some homies off, I seen hidden agendas
Shoutout my daughter, 'cause of her, look at women a bit different
But that's for women, it's a difference referring to bitches
I'm from the trenches, 'member days ain't shit in the kitchen
Aye my cousin lost a kidney, couldn't quit the sippin'
When we was children, I had problems I always just hit it
How I grew up sinnin', mom and pops was in a religion
Diamonds on me dancin', what I started I'm always gon' finish
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