Lotta times worked the other one, i was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name, couple plays
got my game from some bosses
It wasn t luck, got some bread
i was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
I had to grow in these trenches, heart left a n early, you know i stayed in some trouble
the hustle be in you not on you
What i know from these trenches, mind your business get your paper, got my eyes on another one
labels scared of my demeanor
Got my eyes on another one, same nut from over there
Let it slide you a target, go ahead and get out there Reloaded, same nut from over there
Every scheme would eat large, i was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Everything sell itself, lotta times worked the other one, the fast way
While you broke, when you starving you kill for a dollar
mind your business get your paper
they say all i show is the trenches
gotta take something down
got my eyes on another one
jail or hell for a buck
i had to grow in these trenches
can t fuck with it it s a dirty game
country boys
can t fuck with it it s a dirty game
respect a man if he deserve it