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Unknown T - Trenches Lyrics


[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
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
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
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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