Tee Grizzley - Trenches (ft. Big Sean) - Lyrics

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The song was produced by Hit-Boy.

Tee Grizzley has been putting on for Detroit since he came through the gate swinging with "First Day Out." With his distinctive flow and rugged lyricism, the rapper has become an easy fan favourite, whose appeal crossed generations upon uniting with Timbaland for Scriptures.

Last night, Tee picked up where his last LP left off and delivered The Smartest, his brand new album featuring Lil Baby, Meek Mill, and the elusive Big Sean, who holds it down on the Hit-Boy produced "Trenches." Sean Don wastes little time in getting his thoughts out, spitting bars the moment the track begins.

"These n****s praying on my downfall," muses Sean, unfazed by his haters.

"Straight up from theu2005bleachers,u2005but I'm au2005different creature, I bring shit to theu2005table, I ain't fuckin' with no leechers." Refreshing though it always is to hear a new verse from Big Sean, it's Tee Grizzley who steps up with the scene-stealing contribution.

"Asked am I happy with this money? Bitch, I'm happy to be livin," he raps, his flow quick-tempoed.

"I was making a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen, I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them digits." Tee Grizzley - Trenches (ft.

Big Sean) (prod.

Hit-Boy) Lyrics.

[Verse 1: Big Sean] Niggas prayin' on my downfall (Straight up) These niggas prayin' on my downfall Straight up from theu2005bleachers,u2005but I'm au2005different creature I bring shit to theu2005table, I ain't fuckin' with no leechers (No) Dope dick, ohu205fshit,u205fIu205fgave my bitchu205fa seizure (Damn) Knewu205fsomethin' was weird when stepbro had a kitchen full of beakers And he ain't no chem teacher (Yeah) I looked up to that nigga, then I looked up to the preacher, that's why a nigga be preachin' (Preachin') I can't fuck with people who ain't passionate, I'm adamant If it's my plan, it's elaborate Dropped out of State, but a nigga still done mastered it If it's my shit, I'm smashin' it (Woah) Your shit, I'm snatchin' it (Woah) Holy Jesus, Lazarus AI braids, so don't be talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch (Lil' bitch) I done been around actors and activists I can get money alone or collaborative I can take a pic with a bad bitch and afterwards she a badder bitch, that's facts [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] Yeah, I went to Cody and Dixon (Both) Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin') Call in some Coney, it's gon' be done in twenty minutes Don't go up there without no strap, might have to bang it out with some niggas, wait, hold up Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they ain't have no meaning in 'em Pourin' Actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a nigga Yeah, she bad, but I can't wife her if she been seen with niggas I'd rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas Like Mike dropped, I'm like, "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow" Unc' like, "Never wish you was another nigga" It ain't fuck these niggas, but fuck these niggas Asked am I happy with this money? Bitch, I'm happy to be livin' I was makin' a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them dishes Ayy, I'm really from them trenches (Really) Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures Ayy, man, these niggas bitches If I don't do that real nigga shit, how they gon' see it? All these other rappers killers or drippin' like greasy pizza (Fake-ass niggas) All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha (Yup) Start talkin' to moon, God made me a different creature, ah Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? (I did) Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a Boosie bid (I did, nigga) She see the Cuban, she gon' wanna get that coochie hit (Come here) My chain got more fuckin' colors than a Coogi fit Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell 'em tell you how I feel (Tell 'em) I thank God, he been workin' harder than the devil (Amen) I'm a black rich felon with some hit records Joy Road, what I been yellin', niggas been tellin' (Nigga) Care 'bout a lot, but I don't give a fuck 'bout what it cost (I don't) You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a boss (I got you) Just don't go over your budget, that's gon' piss me off They wanna know my cologne, can't let 'em get the sauce Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (Never) All that bein' a real nigga shit ain't get me nowhere (Nowhere) You love your hood? Nigga, fuck your hood See the world, go get a crib off the coast, live good My whole hood got extinct over petty beef Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased (Dead) Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here? God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (Shit weird) Me and Shine, we put on for the crib Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that bitch (Facts) Fat ugly nigga get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky (I do) She gon' throw it back for a Moncler and 50-50s On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches) They ain't men, niggas bitches On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches) Ayy, they ain't men, nigga bitches, you hear me? big sean


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