Bo$$man Bo$$man - In the Trenches

Bagging up these Richie's
Nigga down in the trenches
Count up these digits
Way up no ceilings
Act the ass, I'm gone kill it
Complicated, I'm go finish it
Big talk, big business
Can't complain, how I'm living
Play the cards, I was deal wit
Hit hard, like hitstick
All my diamonds, on that drip drip
I made them mad, they look sick

I can't complain, how I'm living
Back and forth, I'm getting it
Moving fast, just miss me
Pistol on me, never slippin
I got these haters, lookin sickin
You mad, cause I'm drippin
Shine hard, raining confetti
Locked and loaded, you kno I'm already
Took off, no ceiling
Way up, can u hear me
Beware of the dog, ya see me
Looking out, for my people
Ion kno You ion see ya
Bossman big ego
I'll show you, I'm lethal
You want me to see you
This money, I seek to
Got bitch she'll meet you

That Nina gone kiss you
Niggas down in the trenches
Niggas hope they, don't get hit
Niggas hope don't got rob
Niggas hope they ain't get shit

Ya I'm down I'm the trenches
Where niggas come up, missin
Got stay above water,
can't let them take u deep inn
Fade away like Jordan,
can't you tell that I'm balling
I ain't tripping, or falling
Ya these niggas kno I ain't stalling
I just told I'm gettin it, I'll give wat u wishin
Better back off me, this ain't no picture
I'm running up, these figures
Bust it down, with my peoples
Me and you, ain't equal
I guess you, want to eat too
Biggin up these riches
Nigga down in the trenches
Count it up And get missing
Complicated I'm go finish it
Big talk big business
I can't complain how I'm living
Play the cards I was deal with
Hit hard like a hit stick
All my diamonds, on that drip drip
I mad them mad they look sick
Coming out ain't miss

Written by:
MALCOLM SMART

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