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[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
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