Trenches

Thousand miles away still getting love from the trenches

If I go broke today just know I'm plugged in my city

Fill him up with slugs he get off drugs he be tripping

Sipping dirty mud he then grew a pudge off the Tris

Know we paper chasing to get that bag it ain't no issue

Bro nem pulled up paper plates and tossing bags inside the rental

We go state to state wherever we land we them niggas

Know they probably thought that I gave it all that i can but I was chilling

Burnt out I ain't got no feelings

They know Supa solid like them rocks inside that pendant

Only time you see me switching when lil bro nem out that window