I know the rules to the trenches

The scars that I got can you handle it

I just wanna keep on winning the shit that we been through they don't understand it

I got these drugs in my system police coming jumping out the window

You a fan don't pretend tho when them shooters come better get low

F opinions I just go harder

The shit I seen made me move smarter

Me momma and my lil brother and she bout to have a lil daughter

we got dads but they not fathers they my bro's treat them like my brothers

Start changing then I cut em off damn I thought them n was my dawgs

F the opps I wanna kills em all

Big guns but my circle small

Free the guys screaming fuck the law

And ion't even wanna make a call

Cause I don't know n gone answer

Brandon died asked god for answers I ain't even suppose to get a answer

I just cried cause I missed Brandon

I cried when charity tried to wake up Brandon

Swear to god that shit made s made me madder

I'm so fucking lost in these streets gotta college meeting in a week

No I ain't dying in these streets

My mom and my brothers need me

I know the rules to the trenches

The scars that I got can you handle it

I just wanna keep on winning the shit that we been through they don't understand it

I got these drugs in my system police coming jumping out the window

You a fan don't pretend tho when them shooters come better get low

I know the rules to the trenches

The scars that I got can you handle it

I just wanna keep on winning the shit that we been through they don't understand it

I got these drugs in my system police coming jumping out the window

You a fan don't pretend tho when them shooters come better get low

F opinions I just go harder

And we ain't shooting from a distance

Every bullet got pain you gone feel this

I feel they ain't loyal six senses

I KNOW that I'm right I ain't tripping

Thought you was my mans but I missed it

The plans that had you against it

I watched you pretend like you with it

F it meet the bullets out my smithing

Meet the bullets out my smithing

Meet the bullets out my smithing

Meet the bullets out my smithing

I know the rules to the trenches

The scars that I got can you handle it

I just wanna keep on winning the shit that we been through they don't understand it

I got these drugs in my system police coming jumping out the window

You a fan don't pretend tho when them shooters come better get low

I know the rules to the trenches

The scars that I got can you handle it

I just wanna keep on winning the shit that we been through they don't understand it

I got these drugs in my system police coming jumping out the window

You a fan don't pretend tho when them shooters come better get low

Man its time to run that bag up man

Fuck all the rest of that shit on god

I ain't playing me and right hand we going heavy on my mom

We ain't f with you weird a N on god

Gang shit