Trenches

Il the promotor put me on a flier
Fuck whoever don't like it
(M-A-D), VVS diamonds, just look at the stone
Nah, I ain't switchin' my rights, know I'm still with the same team
M-A-D, them the bros
'Member that time I was walkin' through Cascade Park
And the Glock was sittin' right on the floor
I was a young nigga when I had hit my first lick
Had to be around thirteen years old

I come from the trenches where they trappin' all day
Steady grindin', tryna make a way, yeah
I come from the trenches (Why the hell LD 'dem gone?)
My nigga died right up in my face, yeah
I come from the trenches
The trenches, the trenches
The trenches, the trenches (M-A-D)
The trenches, the trenches
The trenches, the trenches (Why the hell my dawg ain't home?)

The trenches, the trenches
Gotta make a way
Gotta make a way, I gotta make a way