(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah
On foe'nem, Twin just told me I was in a different bag, man
My mind, my vision clear, on foe'nem
2020 was my richest year, no bap

I can't stay out in my hood, 'cause my life at risk
We put niggas up for good, I don't like to diss
I been gangsta since forever, I'ma die like this
I got tired of totin' Berettas and that's why I'm rich
Let my soul bleed
Guess they love me 'cause I'm fightin' demons
I seen bodies droppin' every season
I watched people that I love leave me
Known killers that'll murder niggas for no reason, please believe me
Tryin' take it all easy but this shit ain't easy
I be tryin' to help 'em eat but all these niggas greazy
I ain't with no fuckin' treaties, we ain't Wop and Jeezy
I'm between makin' peace and watchin' oppas bleedin'
Long live B Weezy, long live Breezy
Totin' pistols like I'm Peewee, I saw Kobe wheezin'
Say Lil' Roc was breathin' heavily, shit stressin' me
We was slidin' all weekend, catchin' niggas sleepin'
Pulled on buddy, he ain't check out but I bet he decent
Nigga blessed I guess, we tried to glue him to the cement
Now I'm rockin' all this ice, the trenches caught amnesia
That's a quick history lesson for whoever need it, uh
I be hoppin' out the whip, I'm still the same nigga
But my guns more expensive and my chains bigger
Tryin' to find the quickest way for me to make eight figures
Figured I don't gotta save it if it came quicker
Niggas bitches, mention my name, they get flamed with it
Niggas friendly with this fame, nigga, I ain't with it
Post-traumatic so that shit still in my brain
Trench baby, so the trenches know my name
Never been a lame (ayy)
Label me a stain, we gon' dome check ya gang (baow)
Ayy, .40's jammed up on us, left them bitches in the rain (damn)
Stackin' hundreds, but like pennies, I won't never change
Won everywhere I played like LeBron James
I'm too accustomed to pain, I switched up my lane to fuck with this fame
I know I talk like a pimp so I bought me some bracelets, I fucked through some rings
I got some aim and I'm full of anger, know why I'll fuck up a range
Been a lil' minute but still ain't a stranger, pick up that .40 and bang
Trenches with killers had sense and we still went insane, I bet they remember my name
Beat prison systems, my youngin' ain't see me in chains, I put my lil' nigga in chains
Got through adversity, teach him 'bout racism, that ain't my lil' nigga name
Know every day I wake that it's a new level, that's how I get through the game

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Writer(s): Herbert Wright, Joshua Luellen