Trenches Lyrics

I gotta street lesson

Watch what you be repping

Especially when you be really pretending

Issa lotta real life G's resenting

Straight real talk when I'm spitting

Reason why is none of y'all get it

Shit back home way different

Y'all really not up in these trenches

Y'all really not thuggin y'all bitches

Straight tame not one of y'all vicious

Lil small town wannabe listen

Y'ain't seen nothing bitch come and see this shit

You are not built for these streets that I been in

You ain't tryin live the kind of life that I'm living

You ain't gonna make it in survival of the fittest

You ain't really knowing all the shit that coming with it

Y'ain't gon' do shit you not with it

Ain't no real gang in that county existing

A lot of you claiming you blood or a king or a GD or maybe you wannabe crippin

But every lil one of you bitches pretending

I know some real gang bangers who get offended

I roll with the BD's and bitch when I said it

I'm talking bout family real killers I meant We in the jungle the bitch we in the trenches

Trap and they whipping up dope in they kitchen

This where you my enemy you regret it

This where yo life can be easily ended

Bitch try stepping I'm upping this pole

Fuck it I'm gonna get punching this hole

9 millimeter size up in his dome

You don't want popped mufucka get gone

Ion know much well this something I know

If you don't know who you fucking with don't

Ion even keep it one hundred it's more

You could die if you try fucking with bro

Wondering cause I been fucking this hoe

What in the fuck is you cuffing it for

Real fast unbuckle it sucking it slow

It bust in it done I get up and then go

Real Northside shit y'all fuck with this flow

Whore's I'm with got junk and it show

Fourth time spin the block but I sit low

Lord I've sinned but I wanna get doe

Farm boy fuck is knowing bout gang shit

Claim GD you really not banging

Methed out living down in yo moms basement

Ina town with a five thou population

Fuck Eldora fake Latin King nation

Bunch of dumb tweaking out little Caucasians

Put a lil kid inside prison y'all made him

Rob a Casey's and all cause a false claiming

Tiny lil town called Union try claiming

They was out cripping y'all kidding stop faking

Ain't no crip set gon' try wasting

Time on no small town white boy lame shit

Two white boys from Iowa Falls and they ain't shit

Thinking they blood not knowing they basics

Tell the dumb fucks they part of folk nation

When they start throwing up six not say shit

All y'all wannabe's come and see Mason

Night time walk around north side taking

All your lil false ass flags out waving

See what y'all think about living how they been

Drive by pop get shot hit pavement

Blood come out same color two fake kids

Thinking it's fine to be trynna seem they with

Sum like real street organization

Flag that black bandana you ain't six

Real GD's out here and they hate when

Farm boys trynna seem part of what they in

Let y'all meet probably will not make it

Crips in Hardin County is outrageous

Stop y'all comedy honestly thinking

Y'all some how could be part of C nation

Now we think y'all are retarded we hate it

If you want real gang beef just slide

I'ma have twenty real shooters outside

I'ma real killer now not the same guy

Play with my feelings I'm watching y'all die

What should pick up my glock or my nine

What if he in the car when I let fly

Door gon' stop it no wait never mind

FMJ go through it real nice

I'ma keep another clip another twenty three shots

I'ma send a mother fucker up to meet god

I was just wannabe don't fuck with me now

Funny who the mother fucking wannabe now

Fuck throwing hands I'm busting get shot

Honestly you don't want none of this nah

If you offended by one of my rhymes

Hardin County wannabe come and get taught

My bullets hit opps

Bitch