Right

I'm from the trenches, we see twelve, we hit a route like Chase

Or CeeDee Lamb, they got the trap house wide open

Opps in the club tryna have a starin' match with a ****

Can't wait to catch him, leave him dead, with his eyes open

And then when you make it, your problems don't just go away or something

I know that sound a little bit crazy, but that's the real

Picked up a switch, left his equipment, he in the field

Money coming in, I still ain't signed a major deal

Lil' bruh died off a pill, them **** ain't never pop more seals

And me, I sip more lean than C, left the game, I sign my cleats

She calling my phone, I'm in the city, girl, like I signed to P

Yeah, killed the ****, he did it on camera, he ain't take a plea

I pray he beat it too

I answer when you call, but you ain't pick up when I needed you

In Houston, James Harden's house, we ain't playing hoops

Just got a message from an area code, it was 832

Wonder why I only get your texts when I'm in Texas

How bad you want?

How bad you want?

How bad you want?

If loving you is wrong then I don't wanna be right

What you got?

I got ****, who I love that died and I still haven't cried

Still ain't shed a tear

I'm so used to death, can't even shed no more tears

I'm so used to you depending on me for real

I got family I ain't seen in years, cool, but still'll get ya bail

Not that we ain't playing Madden, just make sure you get the bill

I had a dub, he reading books, hoping he get pardon

She text me, "Oh," I text her block like she from Parkway Garden

These Roxies strong, I don't feel the Act'

And he got bodies, but he told, that boy a killer rat

Just like my spine, miss my lil' bro, wish I could get him back

I got all my jewelry on, posted in the trenches

Hitting potholes, spilling codeine in the Bentley

How bad you want?

How bad you want?

How bad you want?

If loving you is wrong then I don't wanna be right

I got **** who I love that died and I still haven't cried