(Gorillaonthatrack)
(Lowlowturnthatup, oh)

I put my back up on the line
To let you know this shit here real
Tell it how it is, everybody changed
When I sat and signed a deal
Stop seeing shit for what I want it to be
And see it for how it is
Even know my nigga mad at me
I swear I'ma still pay for his appeal (Ay Bleu)

I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches, I'ma tell you how it is
I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches, I'ma tell it how it is

I was born and raised into this shit
So I'ma keep this shit here gutta
Boy, I swear this shit get ugly
So don't take me for no other (fuck)
Bitch, don't play me for no buster
I was the one behind that cutter
I trapped through miles, you went through inches
Police they come out I jump the fences
I seen them boys way back without a 12 gauge
Bitch, you know it's Ace, we play his cards
Just like we playing spades
I done dove in that ocean I went all the way
Feel like I was the only one who struggling I had some harder days
Sit at the round table with my nigga and split my backend
Went out of style, I was the one who brought it back in
When you come to my city tap in
I was robbing niggas you looked up to who was trapping
One thing I'ma tell it how it is, bitch, I ain't just rapping

I swear the streets don't want no more of me (this shit real)
I'm from the trenches, I'ma tell you how it
I swear the streets don't want no more of me (seen it for how it is)
I'm from the trenches I'ma tell it how it is
I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches, I'ma tell you how it is
I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches I'ma tell it how it is

I done gave so much love out this shit here hurting my heart
I got so much shit built in I just don't know where to start (I don't know where, where)
You looking at me for what you seeing in my car
You just don't know what I had to go through to be a star
Playing with my shadows on the dark side
I just hope y'all took off, I swear see these people so many times (throughout the day)
What I did for you, I'll put 'em under
My heart was cold all through the summer (boom, boom)
Won't speak on you, you know I'm coming
Open fire, bitch, I won't tumble
Grab my hand, express the way I feel
I ain't no Nelly in this bitch but it's getting hot in here
I speak the the truth but I know this shit lead death
I was out here putting iron on a nigga
And I didn't give a fuck how my conscious felt (I ain't give a fuck)

I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches, I'ma tell you how it is
I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches I'ma tell it how it is
I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches, I'ma tell you how it is
I swear the streets don't want no more of me
I'm from the trenches I'ma tell it how it is

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Writer(s): Braylen Rembert, Giovanni Gardner, Jecori Davis, John Balan, Keyanta Bullard