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Yeah Gotcha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mmm
No problem, no problem, yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 1
I tell my bruddas Don't worry
I got a strong feeling we gon' make it Yeah
Cah we gone through every struggle and we face it Yeah
I been feelin' the powers in me lately Ooh
I just gotta watch my life, God, don't take it
I find it hard to tell between the realest and the fake
When I was up, I couldn't breathe, I had these niggas in my space
When I was down, I looked around and nonе of them was in my face
Taught myself a lеsson, that's just how it goes in these streets That's just how it goes
Don't depend on no one and just go get your heat Yeah
'Cause it's cold outside and the wolves don't sleep Woah
Or you can try to feed the wolves and pray you don't get eaten
They only need a reason
The war is in the air and I can smell it Yeah
We got toys before VVS' so we ready Woah
If we pull up, get low Get low
Cah we're known to let go Let go, ayy

Chorus
God bless my niggas in the trenches Woah
Don't trust them niggas on the fences Woah
They'll help in leaving you defenceless No, no, no
In these streets, you gotta use your senses
I'm tryna make this money
I take your life if you ever take something from me
'Cause from the day we was born, we never had nothing No
I turned nothing to something and now I'm something Woah
And ain't nothing gon' stop me, I tell you, nothing

Verse 2
I was raised up in the streets, I never had a choice I never had a choice
Niggas talking on the 'net and think they got a voice Got a voice
I just pull up on your street, just me and my boys
Packing big Glocks 'cause they make lots of noise
I see a nigga doing drill, he never wanted to No
Yeah, he was in these streets but wasn't comfortable No
He wasn't built for this but forced himself, what a fool Yeah
He defo told the truth to the constable Ooh, woah
I can't have them type of niggas 'round me Mmm
I ain't fuckin' with no snitches, keep your distance No
On my block, broski, you'll be down in minutes Down in minutes
None of my niggas is tryna do a sentence Nah
The streets love me and they don't love me And they don't love me
The streets has given to me and it stole from me And it stole from me
I just thank God I ain't lost my soul on it
And I pray to God I got it when they roll on me Yeah
I know you heard this lots of times but my life really like a movie Like a movie
That's why I find it easy venting in the studio Find it easy, oh
I been a target and a shooter, and a shooter and a target, coming up on these roads Ayy
Lord knows I lost some niggas coming up on these roads
Lord knows I kept a .4 coming up on these roads Ooh
Discover couple snakes coming up on these roads
Nearly put my life on break, coming up on these roads No problem, no problem

Chorus
God bless my niggas in the trenches Yeah
Don't trust them niggas on the fences Woah
They'll help in leaving you defenceless No
In these streets, you gotta use your senses
I'm tryna make this money
I take your life if you ever take something from me I take your life
'Cause from the day we was born, we never had nothing Never had nothing
I turned nothing to something and now I'm something Now I'm something
And ain't nothing gon' stop me, I tell you, nothing

Outro
Ooh, woah
No problem, no problem, yeah, yeah, yeah
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