Ransom - Mbnel

The collective

Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches

Aye I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I’m livin'

Uh, I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him

Uh, diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin'

Hey my pistol get to knocking like the police on the searchin' and seize

These tools allergic to the opps 'cause when they see them they sneeze

Pipe it down with all them rumors, bitch we runnin' the streets

Can’t name somebody in the city who really fuckin' with me, aye

We don’t do the dissin', make the word and we gettin' him chalked

Glass body, yeah my brodie caught, he got hit with a Glock

Aye, all my opps is broke, I ain’t seein' them shop

Put some money up, I bet my singing ass get another one pop

Yeah we with that, like a deflated tire, leave your shit flat

We play with XD’s, ain’t no XO’s fuck a tictac

Aye stop mentioning our names and do something about that get back

Patek on my wrist, this bitch hit just like a kickback

Aye, had to cut some homies off, I seen hidden agendas

Shoutout my daughter, 'cause of her, look at women a bit different

But that’s for women, it’s a difference referring to bitches

I’m from the trenches, 'member days ain’t shit in the kitchen

Aye my cousin lost a kidney, couldn’t quit the sippin'

When we was children, I had problems I always just hit it

How I grew up sinnin', mom and pops was in a religion

Diamonds on me dancin', what I started I’m always gon' finish

Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches

Momma I been on a mission, I’ve been chasing me a million

Yeah I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I’m livin'

Everytime I’m off these drugs, they always got me in my feelings

I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him

Hold his bitch up for ransom, we gon' make him spill it (Uh)

Diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin'

Coming from the trenches, coming from the trenches

I ain’t nothing like these rappers in my city, stop comparing me

How you sent them shots and miss every one, that shit embarrassing

They know that Nelly humble, y’all the ones making me arrogant

We got so much weapons they gon' start calling us terrorists, aye

Really bred from a different cloth

I had friends that stabbed my back, they was snakes, I gave them my all

Download

slow the phones to answer my calls

Jumping in a funk to get a name you was never involved

Money ain’t the problem, it’s the fake love

They gon' dap me up but when I leave is when they say sumn

Before we had them Glocks, me and brother used to mace 'em

I got bros that I just met 'cause it don’t mean shit if you ain’t hold one

If the homie blitz the homie, I’mma act like I don’t know it

Best reaction off reactions, now I’m reacting off emotion

Before I started rappin', never thought I’d feel important, aye

I’mma air this bitch before I let somebody boast

Bet they gon' lay when they be comin' from the trenches

Momma I been on a mission, I’ve been chasing me a million

Yeah I hate carrying these pistols, try to change the way I’m livin'

Everytime I’m off these drugs, they always got me in my feelings

I been paranoid, you gettin' weird then we gon' kill him

Hold his bitch up for ransom, we gon' make him spill it (Uh)

Diamonds on me dancin', lookin' like it swingin'

Coming from the trenches, coming from the trenches