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Unknown T – Trenches Lyrics

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[Intro]

Mhmm, uh, listen

[Verse 1: Unknown T]

The streets always brackin’, I can never show weakness

Fresh off the M charge, rah, I beat it

Always kept a straight face, I never showed ’em how I’m feelin’

Bare pepper on my plate, never lackin’, gotta keep it in the deep end

Jail taught me how to man up, all them other niggas tweakin’

Straight pull ups, net baggin’, hit the ‘nasium on the weekend

Look, I’m free-flow boppin’ with my Gs dem

Toothbrush with two blades on when I’m checkin’ for the oppers on a greaze ting

[Chorus]

Yo, I do this for the trenches

When you’re ballin’ you take numerous expenses

Them other niggas coolin’ where the bench is

And who the ones offencing

Click back, kicks proper when it’s blendin’ (Grrr)

I got my block, I do this for the trenches

Yo, who’s the one extending

The Luger bells will budoo at your bredrin

Point on sight, you’re shook without your veterans

Lemme teach the yutes a lesson

You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin’

Get on your deen and do it for the trenches

[Verse 2: Potter Payper]

I got a millionaire mindframe

Counting money till I get a migraine

Put it on the fullest and that’s sideways

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Crime pays, getting rich in the drought, no more dry days

I’m old school, lick the move, split it five ways

In the hood all the feds know me by name

I put him on the block, he saw his life change

Said I put him on the block, he saw his life change

Phone just slappin’, gotta stick it on vibrate

Bend her over and she put that pussy on gyrate

Smiling in my face, but I can see the sly hate, I’m so perceptive

Tryna eat with my whole collective

You ain’t on smoke, fam, I’m on smoke directly

So I ain’t tryna hold a reasoning

Pepper man hold a seasoning

You weren’t with me in the bando, cold and freezing

They don’t know the meaning

[Verse 3: Unknown T]

Listen, I got Cali, Cali, got the cheese

Filling up the block with Ps

My face so bait, we circulate in different properties

Ratings doesn’t bother me, I’m dodgin’ all that poverty

Paper demonstrating, I’m relating to monopoly

Flew out twenty bitches to Marbella, that’s a lot for me

Drippin’ out these riches while there’s bittys on the block for me

Creepin’ with a pumpy on your block, I don’t get comfy

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She wants drillings, I’m just chillin’, forehead, that’s company

Police wanna target cah we rotate the fuckeries

Lawyers wanna bargain, won the cold case luckily

Don’t take mockery

Suttin got slapped, let me sip on my cup of tea

Chitter doesn’t bother me, my GMs bodily

If you’re on your badness, don’t go leftwards in the dock with me

I was in the backend, tryna flip it like the lottery

All them niggas wassin’, they don’t do the drillings properly

Send him an apology, grrr grrr

[Verse 4: Potter Payper]

Now they gang gang gang, that’s for social media

Real life they ain’t following the road procedure

If you don’t know Potter, ask your local dealer

I come through smelling like sensimilla

Screaming, “Fuck your dead homie!” like necrophilia

My smile’s on chill but my neck’s the freezer

Like C Breezy I make it seem easy

They ain’t OJ, I’m OJ like Skore Beezy

More money, more paigons and more sweety

Feds watchin’ all the time, I can’t talk freely

Face down, ass up, that was your beanie

Had to share it with my friend, I bet you’re greedy

Potter ’bout that cheese, ’bout that fettuccine

Paper on my name, smokin’ when you see me

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Still blue slim, fulla blue zushi

Move booky, I got mundooki

[Chorus: Unknown T]

Yo, I do this for the trenches

When you’re ballin’ you take numerous expenses

Them other niggas coolin’ where the bench is

And who the ones offencing

Click back, kicks proper when it’s blendin’ (Grrr)

I got my block, I do this for the trenches

Yo, who’s the one extending

The Luger bells will budoo at your bredrin

Point on sight, you’re shook without your veterans

Lemme teach the yutes a lesson

You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin’

Get on your deen and do it for the trenches

[Outro]

Lemme teach the yutes a lesson

You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin’

Get on your deen and do it for the trenches

Lemme teach the yutes a lesson

You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin’

Get on your deen and do it for the trenches


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