VOICE OF THE TRENCHES (feat. YADK3VVV & 392 Baby)

Gotta prove them wrong, I know I'm right—God as my witness

Never too right, never too wrong to ask for forgiveness

Voice of the trenches, before the fame we were searchin' for riches

Sharks in my water—don't jump in if you know you swim with the fishes

I dare a ****

Run up on me, my finger been itchin'

In the coupe, we hawk shit down—ain't no missin'

I'm a believer in God, fuck a science book, keep your statistics

And if we all bleed the same, what's the difference?

I don't ever care about no Grammy—I'm doing this for the trenches

Weight on my back, but I can't shed a sweat

I'm the voice of the trenches, yeah yeah

Uh

Too many nights with no lights, that's the coldest Christmas

Six pounds of this and a few of that, that's how we handle business

I got the heart of a lion, but my soul belongs in the trenches

I jumped in the field—no water boy, get drenched, fuck the benches

I peep they game—they see-through like my Prada lenses

Twin Glocks, man, I call 'em Kāiguāns—they ain't no regular switches

Up in the stu', and I'm rappin' my ass off

Daniel-Son—wax on, wax off

**** be bitches, they soft

Mention my brother, I'm knockin' your head off

Oh baby

Oh baby

Up in the cell, I'm hopin' you thinkin' of me

Up in the cell, I'm thinkin' why she ain't textin' me

You fuck with him, but he fuck with you sexually

I was fuckin' with you, you were fuckin' with me mentally

I'm holdin' my thoughts in my head—haven't been able to sleep

He fucks with you physically

While I'm lovin' you accidentally

Whatever we had—man, I felt it physically

Stab me in my back, watch me bleed

Love is cap

Trustin' someone to love—that shit's bad

Gave you my heart—toss it up

Me and bro stayed in the streets, turned them L's into dubs

I ain't givin' no lil' fuck—lil' bitch, they label us as thugs

I pop so many Percs to ease the pain—I don't condone drugs

Lost my brother off them Percocets

Rest in peace, that's love

If it's up, then it's stuck—shit gon' hit you like a truck

If we slidin' on your block—lil' bitch, you better duck

In her mouth just like a dentist

Swear they won't compare to us

Hear the voice of the trenches

That's why they feelin' us

(Uh uh, uh uh uh)

Voice of the trenches—I'm back and I'm with it

The longer you live, the harder decisions

I'm on my own, wonderin' when I will win it

Plenty of racks have been stacked in the kitchen

I'm in my own lane—yeah, this shit goin' way better

Cut off these fake friends—now they hatin' that I'm doin' better

Got me a lil' money, now these rats comin' after the cheddar

Hopped up in the game—now they changed, I'm a trendsetter