Tee Grizzley, Big Sean - Trenches lyrics

Niggas prayin' on my downfall (Straight up)
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Straight up from the bleachers
 but I'm a different creature
I bring shit to the table
I ain't fuckin' with no leechers (No)
Dope dick, oh shit
 I gave my bitch a seizure (Damn)
Knew somethin' was weird when stepbro had
A kitchen full of beakers
And he ain't no chem teacher (yeah)
I looked up to that nigga, then
I looked up to the preacher
That's why a nigga be preachin' (Preachin')
I can't fuck with people
Who ain't passionate, i'm adamant
If it's my plan, it's elaborate
Dropped out of State
But a nigga still done mastered it
If it's my shit, I'm smashin' it (Woah)
Your shit, I'm snatchin' it (Woah)


Holy Jesus, Lazarus aI braids, so don't be
Talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch
(Lil' bitch)
I done been around actors and activists
I can get money alone or collaborative
I can take a pic with a bad
Bitch and afterwards she a badder bitch
That's facts

Yeah, I went to Cody and Dixon (Both)
Three dollars to my name
Got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin')
Call in some Coney
It's gon' be done in twenty minutes
Don't go up there without no strap
Might have
To bang it out with some niggas, wait
Hold up
Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics
They ain't have no meaning in 'em
Pourin' Actavis on my bullets
Might have to lean a nigga yeah, she bad
But I can't wife her if
She been seen with niggas
I'd rather stay broke and go
Chase with some greedy niggas
Like Mike dropped, I'm like
"I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"
Unc' like, "Never wish you was another nigga"
It ain't fuck these niggas
But fuck these niggas
Asked am I happy with this money? Bitch
I'm happy to be livin'
I was makin' a sandwich
They started shootin' through the kitchen
I got lower than a midget
Bullets crashin' through them dishes
Ayy, I'm really from them trenches (Really)
Nigga sneak diss me
Then see me and ask for pictures
Ayy, man, these niggas bitches
If I don't do that real nigga shit
How they gon' see it?
All these other rappers killers or
Drippin' like greasy pizza (Fake-ass niggas)
All that shit smoke and mirrors
Arabic shisha (Yup)
Start talkin' to moon, God made
Me a different creature, ah
Remember when I almost gave up
On this music shit? (I did)
Highly favored, ayy
I really dodged a Boosie bid (I did, nigga)
She see the Cuban
She gon' wanna get that coochie hit
(Come here) my chain got more fuckin' colors
Than a Coogi fit stay talkin' 'bout me
Tell 'em tell you how I feel (Tell 'em)
I thank God
He been workin' harder than the devil (Amen)
I'm a black rich felon with some hit records
Joy Road, what I been yellin'
Niggas been tellin' (Nigga)
Care 'bout a lot
But I don't give a fuck 'bout what it cost
(I don't)
You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch
You with a boss (I got you)
Just don't go over your budget
That's gon' piss me off
They wanna know my cologne
Can't let 'em get the sauce love my hood
But you will never see me go there (Never)
All that bein' a real nigga
Shit ain't get me nowhere (Nowhere)
You love your hood? Nigga, fuck your hood
See the world, go get a crib off the coast
Live good
My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
Niggas I looked up to growing up
They deceased (Dead)
Wish they could have been here, damn
How I get here?
God saved me with the rap game
Even though this shit weird (Shit weird)
Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
Call us DTE 'cause we cut on
The lights around that bitch (Facts)
Fat ugly nigga get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky
(I do) she gon' throw it back for
A Moncler and 50-50s
On my mama, I was really in them trenches
(In them trenches)
They ain't men, niggas bitches
On my mama, I was really in them trenches
(In them trenches)
Ayy, they ain't men, nigga bitches
You hear me?