Trenches - Tee Grizzley, Big Sean

These niggas prayin' on my downfall

Straight up from the bleachers, but I’m a different creature

I bring shit to the table, I ain’t fuckin' with no leechers (No)

Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (Damn)

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 nigga, then I looked up the preacher

That’s why a nigga be preachin'

I can’t fuck with people who ain’t passionate, I’m adamant

If it’s my plan, it’s elaborate, dropped out of State

But a nigga still did mastered it

My shit, I’m smashin' it (Woah)

Your shit, I’m snatchin' it (Woah)

Holy Jesus, Lazarus

AI braids, so don’t be talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch

I done been around actors and activists

I can get money alone or collaborative

I can take a pic with a bad bitch

And afterwards she a badder bitch, 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 niggas, 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 nigga

Yes, she bad, but I can’t wife her if she been seen with niggas

I rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas

Like mic drop, I’m like «I wish I was Lil Bow Wow»

Unc life, never wish you was another nigga

It ain’t fuck these niggas, but fuck these niggas

Asked am I happy with this money, bitch, 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)

Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures

Ayy man, these niggas bitches

If I don’t do that real nigga shit, how they gon' see it?

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

All that shit 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 shit?

(I did)

Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a bougie bitch

She see the Cubans, she gon' want the coochie hit (Come here)

My chain got more fuckin' 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', niggas been tellin'

Care 'bout a lot, but I don’t give a fuck 'bout what it cost (I don’t)

You ain’t gotta pay for nothin', bitch, 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 nigga"shit ain’t get me nowhere (Nowhere)

You love your hood?

nigga, fuck your hood

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

My whole hood got extinct over petty beef

Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased

Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?

God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (Shit weird)

Me and Shine, we put on for the crib

Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that bitch

Fat ugly nigga, 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', niggas bitches

On my mama I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)

Ayy, they ain’t men, nigga bitches, you hear me?