Sitting here reminiscing thinking bout them days kitchens. thankful I was raised In the trenches shit really taught me how to get it but it really taught me how to listen stack money floss in a minute. no need to show them that winning. pay the hoe tab then you tricking. beefing with ave you a menace customer smile when they see the white slab you dentist nigga call you a crab in a min Whites hoes fine but might give you crabs if you hit Nigga ain’t laughed in a min bat and Dre went half on a sentence. seems like half of us missing I was locked up when he was out so ain’t see bg on the ave in a min chasing the money bad then we spin it spend this shit fast when you winning gunshots blast in the city we will laughed when they ended ain’t been on the slab in a min but gotta keep tabs on the trenches nigga got tabs in the city nigga on your ass if you miss it taught by dope boys. who really left a path In the city dap blow man that ain’t half of the city r.i.p joe rock had half of the city. r.i.p diddy was the first nigga I seen with half of a chicken trill boys had half of the bitches me and bug had half of the trenches we could’ve went half on a chicken they killed my dawg it’s hard to laugh when he mention make me want to grab the extension. but that at half of the mission stack money smash us some bitches sit back laugh at the children fake niggas laugh when they with you they hear you with your pad and pencil still pass u in a instu scared to put a bag on your mental. but dropping bags on niggas I just laugh at nigga you wasn’t in class with the killer never blasted at niggas yall rather click up with outsiders but want front a bag to your nigga then yall like to flash on yall niggas. I’m a dad to you niggas man I feel sad for the trenches niggas that control the game now make it bad for system no look pass man a nigga glad that I miss it