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t-rock & mr. sche - im from da trenches lyrics

[intro]
man, i feel like, man, we over here man
we locked in a box, man, no matter what we do
you get a record, pfft, you not gettin’ nothin’
i just got to the pen, they won’t hire me ‘cause i’m a parolee
so, what i’ma do? just sit out here and be broke
stop it! n+gga, got myself some weed, some dope, some crystals
some heroin, i’m finna ride

[chorus: mr. sche]
i’m from these trenches (yeah), i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, pimpin’, slingin’, now you know (yeah)
i’m from thеse trenches, i don’t know nothin’ еlse
i’m from these trenches, rob and steal, i need help (yeah)
i’m from these trenches (yeah), i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, pimpin’, slingin’, now you know (yeah)
i’m from these trenches, i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, rob and steal, i need help (yeah)

[verse 1: mr. sche]
i am mister immortal, mister ethereal
i am a k!ller, habitual serial
run through the shadow of death with these n+ggas
these n+ggas ain’t powerful, they are inferior
stuck on procrastination and confusion
livin’ on broken dreams and illusion
the ghetto need somethin’ more than revolution
we first gotta free ourselves from self+illusion
they want everything for nothing (stop the bluffin’)
want someone to feel sorry for they strugglin’
don’t know the first thing about real hustlin’
but get out and rob and steal from they brothers’
emotional n+ggas, k!llin’ baby mothers
they can’t take the brake, i wish you want another
‘cause you cannot stand up like a man
how is you gangster when you run from drama?
how is you gangster, can’t [?] that k!ll biz
how is you gangster, can’t pick out yo kids
get out the crime, can’t do the time
get up in court and you cry like a b+tch!
n+ggas be fakin’, they feel for the streets
stop bein’ a criminal, give up the greed
but you’d rather lay under these trifle+ass hoes
no money, no future (yeah), y’all n+ggas weak
y’all n+ggas stuck, stuck with no clue
worried about what we gon’ think about you
a n+gga have a heart attack, ‘bout to die
he gon’ take a picture (yeah), post it ‘cause he want views
y’all n+ggas confused, y’all n+ggas is slow
y’all n+ggas ain’t hard, y’all n+ggas is soft
y’all n+ggas done failed and don’t even know
gonna rot in a cell than actually grow
[chorus: mr. sche]
i’m from these trenches (yeah), i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, pimpin’, slingin’, now you know (yeah)
i’m from these trenches, i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, rob and steal, i need help (yeah)
i’m from these trenches (yeah), i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, pimpin’, slingin’, now you know (yeah)
i’m from these trenches, i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, rob and steal, i need help (yeah)

[verse 2: t+rock]
you are the spiritual bein’
but they don’t really give a f+ck about you and your soul
they want us focused on the physical wealth
and keep a n+gga plottin’ about who in control
personally, they never knew ambition
inside of your heart and felt you wouldn’t hold
you would be appalled if you see the hurdles
they jump over (yeah) just to keep you in control
this here is a big fix on the curb with the biscuit
finna hit l!cks with a mob full of misfits
who will flip bricks, livin’ on a fixed income, still tryna get rich
[?] takin’ and try to keep up with this anxiety
i make a warrior into a sh+ll of a man
i was in a war before armageddon began
those who oppress the children of god (yeah) will forever be d+mned
i ride with them clockin’ clothes
on targets, i lock and load
more heavy metal in my closet than singles (yeah) who rock n’ roll
so if you in robbin’ mode, i let what i got explode
i pop at fools who try to take me back to my (yeah) jon gotti mode
f+ck what you heard n+gga, d+mn what you saw
i ain’t got no uncle sam, his command ain’t my law
i let god be my judge, we all got imperfect flaws
on that note, f+ck the world and f+ck the law, n+gga (yeah)
[chorus: mr. sche]
i’m from these trenches (yeah), i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, pimpin’, slingin’, now you know (yeah)
i’m from these trenches, i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, rob and steal, i need help (yeah)
i’m from these trenches (yeah), i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, pimpin’, slingin’, now you know (yeah)
i’m from these trenches, i don’t know nothin’ else
i’m from these trenches, rob and steal, i need help (yeah)

[interlude]
i’m not finna see my nephew, my son, my mama, or n0body’s story
because these motherf+ckers won’t give me no job, so i gotta do what i know how to do
there’s never no cycle to get us out of this. this is just a cycle to get us back into it

[outro: mr. sche]
yeah hoe (yeah hoe)
yeah hoe (yeah hoe)

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