Montana Of 300 Trenches (feat. Don D)
All this killing in my city
All that money I done went through
All this weight up on my plate, y'all
Thought it was impossible
All this killing in my city, shit is senseless
All that money I went through I shouldn't've spent it
All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's f..ck around and f..ck you too if you against us
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Ain't from no block, shit I was raised up in them buildings
We was known for getting money and them killers
All my niggas failing so they drug-dealing
No Tekashi 6, man we ain't snitching
Since I lost my niggas, I'm talking about Gucci and Chris
You see that paint in my house
You see that gun on my hip
You know them niggas are lost
Don't know the shit that I faced
Get around and 'round with that hammer
Just staying alive in my city
Don't let a nigga finesse you
'Cause you know niggas get greedy
I feel sorry for lil' homie
He growing up with no hope
His daddy off up in prison, his momma f..ck with the coke
He see an opp up in public, he got it all with me bloke
It ain't no right', it ain't no wrong in my city
These bitches scheme, these niggas hate me, shit is wicked
All this sex-trafficking they smashin' up our women
[?], shit is senseless
All this killing in my city, shit is senseless
All that money I went through I shouldn't've spent it
All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's f..ck around and f..ck you too if you against us
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Everybody broke but shit I felt like I can fix shit
Forgave some family who spoke on me with resentment
Seen niggas qut who value clout over commitment
I went to jail and needed bail, nobody chipped in
The disappointment only brought me to my senses
You not my bro if you see me as competition
Was selling trees, it ain't have shit to do with Christmas
Was eating good up in that field it wasn't no picnic
Weight [?] spinnin' you would think I threw the discus
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Shooting videos, rapping reckless talking big shit
Pull all in the camera I ain't talking 'bout no dick pic
Knew I'd get dough for every show like Homer Simpson
Started f..cking Wixon's, glizzys with extensions
While running through these checks
I checked some niggas from my hit-list
When opps got out of pocket, ain't no safety I was blitzing (brraah)
All this killing in my city, shit is senseless
All that money I went through I shouldn't've spent it
All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's f..ck around and f..ck you too if you against us
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
