[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
[Chorus: Calboy] I'm from the trenches where it's you and 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 2: Lil Durk] See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal And I'm steady losin' my mind, don't know if it's the demons or the pills I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hangin' They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy I don't know what you heard 'bout me Don't believe the media, nigga, you know you should be worried 'bout me Police snatched me up, but they know they ain't get a word out me Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh Yeah, you got some nerves 'bout it You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me Neighborhood hero I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo And my life a VEVO, yeah
[Chorus: Calboy & Yo Gotti] I'm from the trenches where it's you and 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 (Yeah) Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah) Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr) On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real) Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Real, look, look)
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I just lost one of my dogs (Damn), they post it on a blog (For real?) The case still open, social media the laws (Them niggas trippin') I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah) Niggas scammin', I was grammin', givin' packs to my dawgs (Facts) Check my history, nigga, I don't do battle rappin' (At all) I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall) All time high, you should be tired of cappin' When you put in some work, I don't wanna know what happened (Shh) I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt) Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah) Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit Auntie never let you leave the house, that's a big difference (We ain't the same, homie) Niggas claimin' shit that they won't die for (How?) If you so real like you say, then what you lyin' for? (How?) Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never) And I can see a snake with a blindfold (Sneakin')
[Chorus: Calboy] I'm from the trenches where it's you and 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)
[Outro: Yo Gotti] Yeah Ayy, look, Calboy I might pull up in the Chi', nigga With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah And jumpin' in with them drakes, nigga, look how we movin' Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga Wreck it, jump out, leave it there Yeah, that's how we movin' On that rich gangster shit, nigga You know what I mean? Hah Frrt, beepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
