Pak-Man - Trenches lyrics
[Pak-Man - Trenches lyrics]
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I can tell you about a trapper's life
They called me Pak-Man before
The packs of white
Madness last night, I've gotta handle mine
Girl can you lie, be my alibi?
Something's getting fried if my brudda slides
These young shooters love the hype
What's the gutter like?
They're gonna risk it all for a couple pies
She's gonna buss it open cause my money right
Now I'm living better
Never seen a wrist that's wetter
Can't be selling bit's forever
Can't put down my stick and leathers
Told my brothers "Stick together"
Let's just get this money and be rich forever
Tell you how the city is
I came up on a gritty strip
I came up in a pissy lift
I came up in a nitty's crib
I came up then I flipped the script
Now everyday I'm drippy lit
On my business shit, I ain't tryna hit a lick
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
Struggle in my blood, struggle in my veins
Different values, different morals
We don't think the same
Where was you when I was walking in the rain?
You just see me pull up in the Range
There's a thin line between the love and hate
I used to eat food off your mother's plate
I thought you was my brother
You was just a snake
Dug your grave, I'm about to touch the stage
I paid the cost to be labelled boss
I'm coming from a hood where it's baking hot
I remember nights I had to stray the cops
Now I go Mercedes and upgrade the drop
From a young buck
This vision clear in my mind
Took perseverance and grind
Took years of my life
Hit a million sales out there on the grind
Broken homes, seen families barely survive
Wipe the tear from your eye
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I can tell you about a trapper's life
They called me Pak-Man before
The packs of white
Madness last night, I've gotta handle mine
Girl can you lie, be my alibi?
Something's getting fried if my brudda slides
These young shooters love the hype
What's the gutter like?
They're gonna risk it all for a couple pies
She's gonna buss it open cause my money right
Now I'm living better
Never seen a wrist that's wetter
Can't be selling bit's forever
Can't put down my stick and leathers
Told my brothers "Stick together"
Let's just get this money and be rich forever
Tell you how the city is
I came up on a gritty strip
I came up in a pissy lift
I came up in a nitty's crib
I came up then I flipped the script
Now everyday I'm drippy lit
On my business shit, I ain't tryna hit a lick
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
Struggle in my blood, struggle in my veins
Different values, different morals
We don't think the same
Where was you when I was walking in the rain?
You just see me pull up in the Range
There's a thin line between the love and hate
I used to eat food off your mother's plate
I thought you was my brother
You was just a snake
Dug your grave, I'm about to touch the stage
I paid the cost to be labelled boss
I'm coming from a hood where it's baking hot
I remember nights I had to stray the cops
Now I go Mercedes and upgrade the drop
From a young buck
This vision clear in my mind
Took perseverance and grind
Took years of my life
Hit a million sales out there on the grind
Broken homes, seen families barely survive
Wipe the tear from your eye
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares
I'm coming from the trenches
It ain't nice here hundred grand in ice
It makes your eyes stare
But I ain't tryna spend my life here
I can tell you about dreams and nightmares