[Intro]
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Paranoid, everywhere I go, I gotta keep my gun
You know it's up when we slang heat, you know I ain't tryna run
I asked God why He take P, you know he got a son
And I just talked to the bros, so you know that it's on
Keep my heart in the trenches, I ain't gon' go nowhere
I did my part in the trenches, I can take you there
Niggas ain't start in the trenches, that's why they breakin' out
And when they get inside that courtroom, they start breakin' down, yeah
[Verse 1]
A lot of niggas from the trenches, they gon' end up dead
A lot of niggas from the trenches, they might end in hell
A lot of niggas from the trenches might make it out
A lot of niggas from the trenches might take you out
I'm stuck in the trenches, I'ma keep me a glizzy
My mama don't like it, she know that I'm busy
Everybody 'round playin' with Glocks
But Fletcher the only nigga I seen with a fifty
He one them niggas that hop on your block
He play on your top, you know he get busy
Opps got shot, they ain't know we with it
I send Wop to put one in your fitted, yeah
A lot of niggas from our hood don't make it out
I guess God got hope, He want me to make it out
Any these niggas want smoke, they tryna take us out
And this a glizzy strapped with a fifty, it gon' take us out, yeah
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Paranoid, everywhere I go, I gotta keep my gun
You know it's up when we slang heat, you know I ain't tryna run
I asked God why He take P, you know he got a son
And I just talked to the bros, so you know that it's on
Keep my heart in the trenches, I ain't gon' go nowhere
I did my part in the trenches, I can take you there
Niggas ain't start in the trenches, that's why they breakin' out
And when they get inside that courtroom, they start breakin' down, yeah
[Verse 1]
A lot of niggas from the trenches, they gon' end up dead
A lot of niggas from the trenches, they might end in hell
A lot of niggas from the trenches might make it out
A lot of niggas from the trenches might take you out
I'm stuck in the trenches, I'ma keep me a glizzy
My mama don't like it, she know that I'm busy
Everybody 'round playin' with Glocks
But Fletcher the only nigga I seen with a fifty
He one them niggas that hop on your block
He play on your top, you know he get busy
Opps got shot, they ain't know we with it
I send Wop to put one in your fitted, yeah
A lot of niggas from our hood don't make it out
I guess God got hope, He want me to make it out
Any these niggas want smoke, they tryna take us out
And this a glizzy strapped with a fifty, it gon' take us out, yeah
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