real talk

Title: "Out the Trenches" [Intro] Yeah… Ain’t no love where I’m from, just survival and scars We make it out or we don’t Let’s get it… [Verse 1] Out the trenches where the rats and the roaches play, Where the fiends on the corner need a hit every day, Grew up duckin’ sirens, mama cryin’, bills due, Pops gone, streets raised me, had to see it all through. I was posted on the block with a burner and a plan, Tryna turn a couple grams to a hundred in my hand, No silver spoon, just a fork in the road, Had to choose gettin' rich or get left in the cold. [Verse 2] This that real talk, not a TikTok trend, Seen homies lose they life over fake bitchass friends, I been broke, I been bent, but I never did fold, I just let the clip speak when the world get cold. My hood taught me hustle, taught me pride, taught me pain, Every L that I took got me closer to the game, Now I’m all in, ten toes, no fear, Got my name in they mouth, but my vision stay clear. [Chorus] Came from the gutter, now we grindin’ for the crown, Tryna stack figures, ain’t no slowin’ us down, Pain in my past, got this hunger in my soul, Now I’m shootin’ for the stars from a city full of holes Here's a gritty, hood-style rap song with hard-hitting lyrics and street realism. Let me know if you want it cleaner, longer, or with a hook sung: --- Title: "Out the Trenches" [Intro] Yeah… Ain’t no love where I’m from, just survival and scars We make it out or we don’t Let’s get it… [Verse 1] Out the trenches where the rats and the roaches play, Where the fiends on the corner need a hit every day, Grew up duckin’ sirens, mama cryin’, bills due, Pops gone, streets raised me, had to see it all through. I was posted on the block with a burner and a plan, Tryna turn a couple grams to a hundred in my hand, No silver spoon, just a fork in the road, Had to [Verse 2] This that real talk, not a TikTok trend, Seen homies lose they life over fake-ass friends, I been broke, I been bent, but I never did fold, I just let the clip speak when the world get cold. My hood taught me hustle, taught me pride, taught me pain, Every L that I took got me closer to the game, Now I’m all in, ten toes, no fear, Got my name in they mouth, but my vision stay clear