PRODUCT OF THE TRENCHES Lyrics

"And don't make me call your phone. I'm not playing with you. I'm not.

Like…

Yeah, just don't make me call that phone. Yeah, you heard what I said"

Yeah

I'm so damn gangsta, you can see it in my eyes, baby.

They askin' 30 where I been, I be back smokin' lately

I been raised the crime rate, you ask all of my thug babies.

The way this money comin' in, I can get em' gone easy.

It's too easy to rap on these goddamn beats

I got some snipers on the roof and shooters hangin' from the trees.

She like the way that I just hit it from the back

Yeah, all these diamonds around my neck, I had just paid to get them walked.

I wake up early morning, had to cook the dope for all the fiends

I'm just a product of the trenches, you can tell just by my teeth

I chase bread daily, you can tell I'm really about my green

I can leave some bands around my people,

Ain't no dollar comin' up missing.

Yeah, my grandma callin' me to ask about the times that I'm gon' visit her.

I'm sippin' lean straight out the bottle, you can just tell I'm dozin' off.

I'll pull up to your bitch house and I'll tell her take her clothes off.

Excuse me for my language, baby, this just how my golds talk.

I stay up all night talkin' to lil five, letting' my soul just talk

But if you sit back "and look into my life" you'll see it all.

I used to lay down sleepin' on the floor just like a dog.

But now my stats sittin' up high just like I'm John Wall.

Shit, I go too hard, I never fall. I'm doin' great. My ex had called, she said I'm goin' off.

This bitch so boring on my phone, she got me dozin' off.

I done up the score like five times since I been goin' out.

Yeah, crackin fives , been the lifestyle since I was seven.

I been writin' music inside my bedroom since eleven.

Unc been told me about these hoes, but I ain't choose to listen

All my hoes been actin' crazy, askin' why I'm distant, huh.

Unc been taught me all the game and showed me how to pimp a hoe

I ain't choose to be this violent, I just grew up around the smoke.

But clap it up for all the Killas in this bitch

Yeah, if you had to live the life I lived, none of y'all niggas would exist, but look.

I'm so damn gangsta, you can see it in my eyes, baby.

They askin' 30 where I been, I be back smokin' lately

I been raised the crime rate, you ask all of my thug babies.

The way this money comin' in, I can get em' gone easy.

It's too easy to rap on these goddamn beats

I got some snipers on the roof and shooters hangin' from the trees.

She like the way that I just hit it from the back

Yeah, all these diamonds around my neck, I had just paid to get them wacked .