Lyrics

Ahh Push Keyz Ahh (That's because I came up in the trenches) Push Keyz (I got outta that state of depression) Yo, Product of the street I was taught to move neat That's because I came up in the trenches Had to grind to get out did this shit by myself I got out of that state of depression Had to figure it out no one showed me the route Growing up all I knew was aggression I came up in da park late nights in the dark see a opp All I knew was to press him Product of the street I was taught to move neat That's because I came up in the trenches Had to grind to get out did this shit by myself I got out of that state of depression Had to figure it out no one showed me the route Growing up all I knew was aggression I came up in da park late nights in the dark see a opp All I knew was to press him No I can't lose my life everyday grip it tight They say Keyz known to roll with a weapon Keep that shit by my side run up on me get fried way I stay with that shit she my best friend No i'm not for the hype I don't box I don't fight blow him down if he step in my section I got faith in my clip won't put trust in a bitch did it once And that shit had me stressin' Girl just grip on the glock 'Cause i come from a block Where them demons ain't into the texting I got hittas on go hit that switch let it blow try slide on my side you get fenced in My dawgs don't gotta slide 'Cause nobody outside lately my opps been into the net ting (My dawgs don't gotta slide 'Cause nobody outside lately my opps been into the net ting) They ain't ride for their guys in they tracks say they slide But I promise these niggas ain't steppin' Even if we inside back it out Let it fly anywhere I any time we could check him Wish they could take my place tryna catch me a case No I can't do no time in detention Got my dawgs on the cage hold it down on the range Got my family stuck up in correction Product of the street I was taught to move neat That's because I came up in the trenches Had to grind to get out did this shit by myself I got out of that state of depression Had to figure it out no one showed me the route Growing up all I knew was aggression I came up in da park late nights in the dark see a opp All I knew was to press him Product of the street I was taught to move neat that's because I came up in the trenches Had to grind to get out did this shit by myself I got out of that state of depression Had to figure it out no one showed me the route Growing up all I knew was aggression I came up in da park late nights in the dark see a opp All I knew was to press him Right or wrong I ride for my niggas Got some demons who pull dem triggers Free all of the locked up hittas Need cash flowing like the rivers Why this opp bitch keep tryna link me Like go take care of your pickney Bro rise it if shit get sticky Right or wrong get you gone leave you drippy Leave you slumped Leave you detro Trap always open like metro Fiends knock on the door like hello Tryna be a big baller like melo Can't stay in the streets forever I'm just tryna get it together Make sure that I always move clever Have they caught me lackin' never
Writer(s): Dopeboy Dq Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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