the deadly youngan - from the trenches lyrics
[intro]
came from the trenches, i ain’t looking back
fuck all that talking, i ain’t with the cap
ran it up, i ain’t got no time for no nap
ain’t nobody help me, nigga—i had to adapt
fuck you talking ’bout
[chorus]
from the bottom, yeah, i had to get it out the dirt
ain’t nobody care about me; had to make this shit work
now they see me shining, put the pain in every verse
fuck the fake love—i ain’t tripping, i ain’t hurt
from the trenches, from the block, that’s where i’m from
had to hustle, to the grind—we ain’t never bums
fuck the opps, gon’ let ’em run, we gon’ light ’em for fun
now they see wе winning; i ain’t stopping till it’s done
[verse 1]
came from the bottom, yеah, i made it through the flame
all these scars on my body will never be the same
fuck the struggle, now we running up the fucking game
now the racks stacking high, and i’m putting them to shame
told my mama i’ma make it big
i walked through the rain, now flexing with the crib
they ain’t never showed me love, but i ain’t need that shit
i was grinding every night, every day on g shit
[chorus]
from the bottom, yeah, i had to get it out the dirt
ain’t nobody care about me; had to make this shit work
now they see me shining, put the pain in every verse
fuck the fake love—i ain’t tripping, i ain’t hurt
from the trenches, from the block, that’s where i’m from
had to hustle, to the grind—we ain’t never bums
fuck the opps, gon’ let ’em run, we gon’ light ’em for fun
now they see we winning; i ain’t stopping till it’s done
[verse 2]
yeah, this life that we live, it’s a gamble every day
but i’m rolling with the squad, and we making niggas pay
fuck a hater—i ain’t never give a damn what they say
now my pockets looking heavy, got ’em feeling some way
had to cut people off—they ain’t built like me
i was raised in the streets; i ain’t never been sweet
had to grind just to eat—ain’t no handouts for free
now i’m up, and they all wanna ride with a young g
from the trenches, i ain’t never going back
fuck the pain, fuck the loss—it’s counting racks
they know the struggle, they don’t know the fucking facts
but i stay grinding; i ain’t never falling flat
[chorus]
from the bottom, yeah, i had to get it out the dirt
ain’t nobody care about me; had to make this shit work
now they see me shining, put the pain in every verse
fuck the fake love—i ain’t tripping, i ain’t hurt
from the trenches, from the block, that’s where i’m from
had to hustle, to the grind—we ain’t never bums
fuck the opps, gon’ let ’em run, we gon’ light ’em for fun
now they see we winning; i ain’t stopping till it’s done
[outro]
ayy, yeah, straight from out the trenches
fuck what they say, we gon’ go and get it
ain’t no quitting, nigga—now we litty
straight from the trenches, now we fucking winning
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