same usos From trenches i grew up with// Streets cold gotta keep a burner aint no trust innit// yeah im all boutta bag i need mo hunnids innit // if i make it out the struggle i wont brag ill show some love widdit// city on my back im too attatched im so in love widdit// all i want is stacks im talkin racks was into drug flippin// now im sittin back work 9-5 but i cant fuck widdit// always giving back, i lost my heart & now theres drugs innit // looking out my window i still pray that i can make a difference// wake up everymorning, tryna change the way im out here live in // i remember sleepin in a shop , but i aint tell my business // i was at a low tryin not to pop only god my witness// silence is the code dont ever fold , thats the way im giggin// never trust a soul you never know thats just my opinion//