Stuck in the Trenches, Yeah I Gotta Blessem Lryics

"Stuck in the Trenches, Yeah I Gotta Blessem" (Verse 1 - 16 bars) Came out the gutter like oil in the engine, I’m built for the friction, I’m sparkin’ the pistons, Movin’ like chess, every step is precision, they stuck in the past while I’m seein’ the vision. Told ‘em I’m different, my soul in the digits, my money do flips, it don’t sit in a prison. Hunnids like dancers, they stack in position, my pockets do yoga, they stretch with ambition. They never believed it, but now they be needin’ the gospel, I preach it, they actin’ religious. Walk with the cane like my name was a Bishop, my dog on a leash but he known for the vicious. Stay with the heat like the chef in the kitchen, my wrist do the whippin’, the work is exquisite. They know that I got it, I’m flippin’ like gymnast, the land of the lost, I was raised in the trenches. (Verse 2 - 16 bars) Trappin’ through pressure, I’m playin’ the sport, the game is a jungle, I’m built like a fort. They talkin’ that money but ain’t got no source, they flexin’ on credit, I’m takin’ no shorts. I see through the lies like my vision got scopes, my circle like ropes, we ain’t lettin’ ‘em close. If money the language, I talk with the GOATs, I flooded the city, my wrist is a coast. Jump out the mud like a splash in the puddle, came from the struggle, my name in the hustle. I play with the keys, I ain’t touchin’ no puzzle, the block full of wolves, I ain’t needin’ no muzzle. Runnin’ through lanes like I’m chasin’ a touchdown, they fumbled the bag, now they askin’ for rundown. I’m keepin’ it tucked like a blade in a compound, they know that I’m up and I’m never gon’ come down. (Verse 3 - 16 bars) I had to bless ‘em like hands on the Bible, they playin’ with snakes, I ain’t trustin’ no idols. I’m movin’ like tidal, my wave is too vital, they drown in the envy, I surf on arrival. Brick after brick, I ain’t buildin’ no Lego, they movin’ like pawns while I’m checkin’ the payroll. I run up the numbers, my fingers do tango, I’m dodgin’ the RICO, I’m playin’ the angles. They want me to stop but I’m stuck in the motion, my foot on the gas like I drive with devotion. I pull up in foreigns, the trunk got emotions, the seats feel like clouds, yeah, I’m floatin’ through oceans. I gotta bless ‘em, they stuck in the drought, I been where they at, had to figure it out. They tryna get near but they don’t got the route, I move like a king while they stuck in the bout. (Verse 4 - 16 bars) Came from the bottom, my floor was the pavement, I talk to the struggle, it gave me the cadence. I sharpen my blade while they stuck in complainin’, my hunger ain’t faded, I’m built for the greatest. I look at the odds and I double ‘em down, they run from the smoke while I live in the clouds. The reaper been knockin’, I ain’t hear a sound, I’m blessed with the life that I move through the town. They talk like they with it but ain’t got the weight, they stuck in a loop like a track on replay. I move like a wraith when I slide in the lane, my energy different, my aura got range. I’m seein’ the fake like a glitch in the game, they talk out they neck but they stuck in the same. I build from the losses, I learn from the pain, I’m blessin’ the trenches, they knowin’ the name. (Hook - 8 bars) Yeah, I gotta bless ‘em, I came from the mud, my feet was in puddles, I rose out the flood. They see how I’m movin’, they call it a stunt, but they wasn’t there when I started with crumbs. I counted my blessings, I doubled ‘em twice, I learned from the struggle, I paid with my life. Now I gotta bless ‘em, they stuck in the night, I’m shinin’ the path, I be bringin’ the light. (Verse 5 - 16 bars) I turn up the hustle, my drive never empty, I play with the fire, my heart like a chimney. They hop in the wave but they ain’t got no jet ski, I’m built like a vet, I ain’t needin’ a test key. I stay with the check like I’m signin’ my name, my life is a canvas, I’m paintin’ the game. I came from the trenches, the hunger remains, I gotta bless ‘em, they stuck in the flames. (Outro - 8 bars) Yeah, yeah, I gotta bless ‘em, I gotta invest ‘em, I came from the wreckage, I teach ‘em the lessons. I’m droppin’ the gems like I’m flexin’ a necklace, the money and wisdom, I keep ‘em in sections. Stuck in the trenches, but now I’m the beacon, the way that I’m speakin’, they call it the preachin’. I came with the hustle, they know that I mean it, yeah, yeah, I gotta bless ‘em, believe it.