DB had to do it to 'em

Far from the trenches

Ayy, I'm out in Houston with models who swearin' they lovin' my accent

****, play with the gang, I'ma lose it

They play with this chain, you can only imagine

**** breakin' out gangs for nothin' and ain't even fuckin'

Lil' bro where your cash at?

Heard these bitches talk slick in that **** DM

Set you up, if you show where that stash at

I ain't riskin' my life for a **** who wouldn't slide for mine

What the fuck is you thinkin'?

Had to clap a **** in the Dixie and shot to the hills, I switched up the scenery

Red beam on the bottom of Glocks with them switches on back

Let him act like we beefin'

I just caught onto all of my bodies

I said I wouldn't pop, but I seen **** feignin'

This the shit from the trenches

Hit the road, then it's straight to 'bout business

**** never did nothin' for my brothers and sisters

Who the fuck finna take all my children?

Mama say that the opps wanna kill me, but they bumpin' my music, they feel me

I can bet lil' bruh every dollar out my life savings that a **** don't kill me

Fast foward, then it's back to the block

Why the fuck am I back in the car?

**** still puttin' in work for my homie

They gon' wonder if they can see me or not

2020, come piss in a pot

Only cared about dumpin' at opps

They like "Number Foe, when you gon' drop?

Foe they popped at your face" Then, I popped

From jackin' to rappin' to servin' them junkies

I'm bullshittin', I still ain't drop old shit

They was 'round me for fame thinkin' I'ma save 'em

That shows me that **** don't know shit

They playin' my songs in clubs, I'm poppin'

I tried to tell lil' Ray to stop robbin'

You in the hood everyday

What, you tryna get out? Tell me what the fuck is that shit solvin'

Far from the trenches

Ayy, I'm out in Houston with models who swearin' they lovin' my accent

****, play with the gang, I'ma lose it

They play with this chain, you can only imagine

**** breakin' out gangs for nothin' and ain't even fuckin'

Lil' bro where your cash at?

Heard these bitches talk slick in that **** DM

Set you up, if you show where that stash at

I ain't riskin' my life for a **** who wouldn't slide for mine

What the fuck is you thinkin'?

Had to clap a **** in the Dixie and shot to the hills, I switched up the scenery

Red beam on the bottom of Glocks with them switches on back

Let him act like we beefin'

I just caught onto all of my bodies

I said I wouldn't pop, but I seen **** feignin'