Montana Of 300 – Trenches lyrics

[Intro]
All this killing in my city
All that money I done went through

[?]
Thought it was impossible

[Chorus: Montana of 3]
All this killing in my city, shit is senseless
All that money I went through I shouldn't of spent it
All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's fuck around and fuck you too if you against us
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches

[Verse 1: Don D]
[Eighth?] on the block shit I was raised up in them buildings
We was known for getting money and them killers
All my niggas failing so they drug-dealing
No Tekashi 6, man we ain't snitching
Since [?] I'm talking about Gucci and [?]
You see that paint in my house
You see that gun on my hip
You know them niggas are [Lost?]
Don't know the shit that I faced
Get around and round with that hammer
Just staying alive in my city
Don't let a nigga finesse you
'cause you know niggas get greedy
I feel sorry for lil' homie
He growing up with no hope
His dad end up in prison, his momma fuck with the coke
He seeing opp up in public, he got it all with me bloke
It ain't no ridin', it ain't no [Wrong?] in my city
These bitches [?] niggas hate me, shit is weaky

[?] trafficking they smashin' up a [?]
[?]

[Chorus: Montana of 3]
All this killing in my city, shit is senseless
All that money I went through I shouldn't of spent it
All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's fuck around and fuck you too if you against us
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches

[Verse 2: Montana of 3]
Everybody broke but shit I felt like I can fix shit
Forgave some family who spoke on me with resentment
See niggas quick to value cloud over commitment
I went to jail in need of bail, nobody chipped in
The disappointment only brought me to my senses
You not my bro if you see me as competition
Was selling trees, it ain't have shit to do with Christmas
Was eating good up in that field it wasn't no picnic

[?] spinnin' you would think I threw the discus

[?]
Shooting videos, rapping reckless talking big shit

[Pole?] all in the camera I ain't talking 'bout no dick pic
Knew I'd get dough for every show like [Home?] was Simpson
Started fucking Wixon's, [?] with extensions
While running through these checks
I checked some niggas from my hit-list
When opps got out of pocket, ain't no safety I was blitzing (brraah)

[Chorus: Montana of 3]
All this killing in my city, shit is senseless
All that money I went through I shouldn't of spent it
All this weight up for my paper but still I lift it
It felt impossible but I was on a mission
It's fuck around and fuck you too if you against us
I told myself I gotta make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches
Make it out them trenches