Trenches (feat. Big Sean) (Clean)

Trenches(feat. Big Sean) (Clean) - Tee Grizzley/Big Sean

Lyrics by：Chauncey Hollis/Terry Sanchez Wallace

N***as prayin' on my downfall

Straight up

These n***as prayin' on my downfall

Straight up from the bleachers but I'm a different creature

I bring s**t to the table I ain't f**kin' with no leechers

No

D**e d**k oh s**t I gave my b***h a seizure

D**n

Knew somethin' was weird once that bro had a kitchen full of beakers

And he ain't no chem teacher

I looked up to that n***a then I looked up the preacher

That's why a n***a be preachin'

I can't f**k with people who ain't passionate I'm adamant

If it's my plan it's elaborate dropped out of State

But a n***a still did mastered it

My s**t I'm smashin' it

Woah

Your s**t I'm snatchin' it

Woah

Holy Jesus Lazarus

AI braids so don't be talkin' 'bout no practice b***h

I done been around actors and activists

I can get money alone or collaborative

I can take a pic with a bad b***h

And afterwards she a badder b***h that's facts

Yeah I'm with Cody and Dixie

Both

Three dollars to my name got a juice and a McChicken

Starvin'

Call in some Coney it's gone be done in twenty minutes

Don't go up there with no strap

Might have to bang it out with some n***as wait hold up

Went on Google when I looked up your lyrics

They had no meaning in them

Pourin' actavis on my bullets might have to lean a n****

Yes she bad but I can't wife her if she been seen with n***as

I rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy n***as

Like mic drop I'm like "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"

Unc life never wish you was another n***a

It ain't f**k these n***as but f**k these n***as

Asked am I happy with this money b***h I'm happy to be livin'

I was makin' a sandwich they started shootin' through the kitchen

I got lower than a midget bullets crashin' through them digits

Ayy I'm really from them trenches

Really

N***a sneak diss me then see me and ask for pictures

Ayy man these n***as b***hes

If I don't do that real n***a s**t how they gon' see it

All these other rappers killers are drippin' like Reese's Pieces

All that s**t smoke and mirrors Arabic shisha

Started talkin' to moon God made me a different creature ahh

Remember when I almost gave up on this music s**t

I did

Highly favored ayy I really dodged a bougie b***h

She see the Cubans she gon' want the coochie hit

Come here

My chain got more f**kin' colors than a Coogi fit

Stay talkin' 'bout me tell them tell you how I feel

Tell

I thank God he been workin' harder than the Devil

Amen

I'm a black rich felon with some hit records

Joy Road what I been yellin' n***as been tellin'

Care 'bout a lot but I don't give a f**k 'bout what it cost

I don't

You ain't gotta pay for nothin' b***h you with a boss

My guy

Just don't go over your budget that's gon' piss me off

They wanna know my cologne can't let them get the sauce

Love my hood but you will never see me go there

Never

All that "Been a real n***a" s**t ain't get me nowhere

Nowhere

You love your hood n***a f**k your hood

See the world go get a crib off the coast layin' good

My whole hood got extinct over petty beef

N***as I looked up to growing up they deceased

Wish they could have been here d**n how I get here

God saved me with the rap game even though this s**t weird

S**t weird

Me and Shine we put on for the crib

Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that b***h

Fat ugly n***a get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky

She gon' throw it back for my McLaren fifty-fifties

On my mama I was really in them trenches

In them trenches

Bangin' n***as b***hes

On my mama I was really in them trenches

In them trenches

Ayy they ain't men n***a b***hes you hear me