Lil Durk - No Trenches lyrics

[Intro] Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches I do it for poverty A lot of street n***as in f**in’ with me you know? (Shoutout my n***a Snapdogg you know?) Real gang members [Hook] No I don’t want yo’ apologizes I don’t drink on no Qualitest My b**h on a drink, she a pharmacist I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it How you turn on me how you trade? Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait I said (?) look at the people you played Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts [Verse 1] I was addicted to shootouts I’m in the trenches with Pluto I got a stick at my b**h house Now I take sh**s in a big house I never carried the field I gotta outwork my pills I gotta s** on the test I’m in the gutter for real I love my brother for real That was the pill on the s*ut Can’t force it if he is my cut Them choices will make you a mutt Few years in the state And the feds gave 200 months Off percs and 200 blunts I get head for 200 months I mix Chanel with the Fetty Shawty will k** you for singin’ Shawty be lit with the b**h And I f**ed twice in the Hemy FNs tucked in the denims High speed high speed I lost guns in the (?) And I put d** in my mental [Hook] No I don’t want yo’ apologizes No I don’t drink on no Qualitest My b**h on a drink, she a pharmacist I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it

How you turn on me how you trade? Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait I said (?) look at the people you played Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts [Verse 2] We gon’ ball with a anthem Auntie went balled after the cancer My uncle had died from stabbin’ I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’ Ride 43 with no license The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS f** whoever don’t like it I nut her face ’cause she triflin’ You left me to die in a rot You left me to die on the block Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top But now I’mma ride with the Glock I k** for my brothers who for me I hate when n***as say you love me Deep down wanna plug me See me down be a bummy You were my n***a til the trust I can’t trust ’em If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ f** ’em I ain’t f**in’ with no fool sh** He see me now he won’t do sh** And I’m ridin’ with my gang [Hook] No I don’t want yo’ apologizes No I don’t drink on no Qualitest My b**h on a drink, she a pharmacist I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it How you turn on me how you trade? Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait I said (?) look at the people you played Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts