Out The Trenches (Explicit) Lyrics
Produced by: Pluto
Recorded by: 瑞/马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Countin’ 7 while I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures
I ain’t got no time to play and hang witcha
Went from rags to riches, whole gang came witcha
Really made it out the trenches, I’m a game switcher
Yeah, and now I’m goin’ off the leash, okay
Young Caesar hangin’ from a tree, okay
Bringin’ up the MOB, I can’t ease, okay
Family ties got me movin’ discreet, okay
The streets, I gotta breed, okay
Lookin’ back, this some shit I don’t believe, okay
Want more drip like I'm Gunna, start pushin’ P, okay
Real Visionary, now we ‘bout to feast, okay
It started off elementary
Project housin’ with a dollar and a couple of dreams
Since the day I locked my Berklee offer in the drawer
I know I’m aimin’ for the top, ain’t stuck in between
Ola house, 17, I was at the scene
Sat back with man T, we ain’t even spoke
Only thing stays on my mind, man, I can’t choke
Choppin’ bullets with my katana give ‘em Deathstroke, sheesh
Still give ‘em the best though
Fast forward, 19, my life presto
If the fists ain’t talkin’, use your elbow
Really made it out the trenches, now we at ya throat
Yeah, and now I’m goin’ off the leash, okay
Young Caesar hangin’ from a tree, okay
Bringin’ up the MOB, I can’t ease, okay
Family ties got me movin’ discreet, okay
The streets, I gotta breed, okay
Lookin’ back, this some shit I don’t believe, okay
Want more drip like I'm Gunna, start pushin’ P, okay
Real Visionary, now we ‘bout to feast, okay
Bitch, you know we
Started a label named with M-O-B
Put it in an LLC
Too many titles, they call me
A fuckin’ choppa but not NLE
These bitches know wassup
Late night back bends with some shoulder rubs
My man been on some crazy shit, keep it fold and tucked
Lotta those mean texts on WeChat, wish him luck
Cause if we catch him slippin’ then he know he fucked, on the gang
Well, I hop he play with me, he know it’s not a game
Blockin’ all my old hoes, she said I ain’t the same
You know It takes a lotta change to win the lotto game
It takes a lotta chances steppin’ into the hall of fame, boy
Right now I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures
I ain’t got no time to play and hang witcha
Went from rags to riches, whole gang came witcha
Really made it out the trenches, I’m a game switcher
Yeah, and now I’m goin’ off the leash, okay
Young Caesar hangin’ from a tree, okay
Bringin’ up the MOB, I can’t ease, okay
Family ties got me movin’ discreet, okay
The streets, I gotta breed, okay
Lookin’ back, this some shit I don’t believe, okay
Want more drip like I'm Gunna, start pushin’ P, okay
Real Prophets, and we reppin’ the East, okay