It get colder in the night

When there’s no one to call

You been waiting on ya turn

Dey don’t want you to ball

Every time ya money up

Dey just want you to fall

Crab in barell mentality gon ruin us all

Momma struggling with a salary can’t feed us at all

It done turned me to a man

Slanging dope on the porch

Where I’m from niggaz is cold

Keep a heater for da scorch

If lose one of ma niggaz

Imma even the scores



Momma praying for me she know I ain’t living right

Put it on my dead homies know dey watch over my life

Gotta keep a stick on me when I manoeuvre at night

The try to call a blitz on me thank god I was toting pipe

I had to earn every stripe

Money come with sacrifice

Jpays go with every kite

My youngins is still moving shiest



Let em know

Just to buss dese Cubans down

We risking our freedoms

Endless stuck inside a cage

I just wanted to free him

But I’m still stuck in ma ways

So forever I’m scheming

I Can’t do minimum wage

I’m bobbing n weaving

I’m ducking the law

I just gotta ball every season

Dropn 30 tonight

Dats y the rolly is freezing



I just want A rolls Royce

100 million dollars in it

Bad bitches oh boy

Pussy wet I’m drowning in it

Tell em they got no choice

N I brought the killers wit me

Put da crew in Richard Millie’s

Fuck em up in every city

We was broke Dey had no pity

Trapping in a Honda Civic

I had to find a way to get this money

Cos the family need it

When I put the rolly on my wrist I thought I finally made it

But I still got cousins in Trenches n I owe them some favors



Gotta watch all of dese niggaz

Ain’t as real as they say

How a nigga call u bro den he turn be fake

Every L is a lesson I don’t believe in mistakes

Dese bitches ah get u lined too u better be safe

I know she told you that she love you

But she all in face

Wanna come to my place

She did it all for some steak

Imagine that and then imagine what she’d do for some cake



Love letter from Trenches

Love letter from Trenches

Love letter from Trenches

Love letter from Trenches