Letras
Yeah
Trenches babies from the bottom, now we turnin' up
We lit as fuck fuck the law, won't stop runnin' up
Gotta focus on that money, late nights stayin' up
We used to be the crazy ones, but now our racks up
In the cell when no one came, man, that shit hurt me bad
I don't wanna die alone, my baby got my back
I'm in the field, call me a quarterback
Don't hate me, hate the game, get your racks
Wake up early, paper chasin' on a daily
Big smoke, I'm gettin' hazy
Trenches babies, that shit made me finna pull up in my city
Even though they tryna take me
In the distance
That's just small talk
Real life
They won't Don't get involved
I'm on DND, if it's no money call
And my shawty too
She on better livin'
I see it clear and I see it vivid
Foreign cars, I'm swimmin' crazy
Trenches babies from the bottom, now we turnin' up
We lit as fuck fuck the law, won't stop runnin' up
Gotta focus on that money, late nights stayin' up
We used to be the crazy ones, but now our racks up
In the cell when no one came, man, that shit hurt me bad
I don't wanna die alone, my baby got my back
I'm in the field, call me a quarterback
Don't hate me, hate the game, get your racks
Wake up early, paper chasin' on a daily
Big smoke, I'm gettin' hazy
Trenches babies, that shit made me finna pull up in my city
Even though they tryna take me