| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob
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| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob
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| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law
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| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall
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| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob
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| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob
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| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law
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| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall
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| Trench baby, I done seen a lot of things
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| I’m from a small town but you know I got big dreams
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| I’m from a small town filled with a lot of fiends
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| I been tryna make it out but it ain’t easy as it seems, yeah
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| Trench baby, yeah, you know the streets raised me
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| I was just a young nigga on the block with a .380
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| Dare a nigga try to play me, I’ma make his mama hate me
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| God forgive me for abortion if I kill this woman baby
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| I ain’t rap too tight, I seen a lot when I was young
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| Grave dry, runnin' with the mob, goin' dumb
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| Started from the bottom, yeah, we came from the slums
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| I got my bread up, remember I ain’t have a crumb
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| Runnin' with the older cats, breaking all the rules
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| Daddy was locked in prison, had to fill my own shoes
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| 'Cause no one in the hood, they would call me bad news
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| I was thuggin' real early, I ain’t have nothin' to lose
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| Mama told me stop, I ain’t listen
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| She said the route you takin' gon' get you locked in the prison
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| Well, lately I been hustling, my life, I been risking
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| Mama, I’m sorry, your son’s a product of the trenches
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| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob
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| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob
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| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law
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| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall
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| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob
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| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob
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| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law
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| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall
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| All my niggas really spray them rounds, spray rounds
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| If he soft, we make him lay down, lay down
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| We don’t play, this ain’t no playground, playground
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| Leave him dead with his face down, geek out, I will make it sound
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| 'Cause on my side, it ain’t safe on my side
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| Keep on talkin' shit, gon' make me slide on your block like home base
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| Got my mask, got my gloves, I ain’t tryna leave a trace
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| Got too much up on my plate, ain’t got no time to catch a case
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| I got niggas locked in prison praying for an appeal
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| I can’t wait 'til they free bro, I swear that nigga kept it real
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| Got jammed and I ain’t squeal, stayed solid like still
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| Promise when I get my deal, I’ma put you up a mil'
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| I came straight out the trenches, I really ran in that jungle
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| Seen some niggas leave early, that’s the reason I’m humble
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| But ain’t no ho in my blood, nigga, that’s word to my mama
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| Know we all 'bout that drama, come try to kill if you wanna
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| I grew up around gorillas, some of my niggas killers
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| I seen niggas dead in my hood like Michael Jackson, Thriller
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| Real shooter, never phony, bitch, it’s in me and it’s on me
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| In my city, I’m like Tony, nigga, fuck you and your homie
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| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob
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| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob
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| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law
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| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall
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| I came straight out the trenches, runnin' with the mob
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| I got niggas that’s killin', and some my niggas rob
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| Remember jumping them fences, running from the law
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| I got niggas in prison, stuck behind the wall |