I´m from the trenches, we see 12, we hit a route like Chase
Or CeeDee Lamb, they got the traphouse wide open
Opps in the club, tryna have staring matches with a nigga

Can´t wait to catch him, leave him dead with his eyes open
I thought when you make it your problems gon´ just go away or something
I know that sound a little bit crazy, but that´s the real
Picked up a switch, left his equipment, he in the field
Money comin´ in, I still ain´t signed a major deal
Lil´ bro died off a pill
No nigga ain´t never popped more seals than me, I sip more lean than C
Know the game, I signed my cleats
She callin´ my phone, I´m in the city, girl, like I signed to P
Yeah, he killed a nigga, he did it on camera, he ain´t take a plea

I pray he beat it too
I answer when you call, but you ain´t pick up when I needed you
In Houston, James Harden house, we ain´t playing hoops
Just got a message from your area code 832
Wonder why I only get your textes when I´m in Texas?

How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
If loving you is wrong, then I don´t wanna be right (What you got?)
I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven´t cried (The stories never told)

I´m so used to death, can´t even shed no more tears

I´m so used to you depending on me for real
You got family I ain´t seen in years
Cooler still´ll get you bailed
Locked in, we ain´t playing Madden, just make sure you get the bills
Gotta dub, we reading books, hoping he get pardoned
She text me, "Oh," I text her, "blocked" like she from Parkway Garden
He rock strong, I don´t feel that
And he got bodies, but he told, that boy a killer rat
Jo like my spine, miss my lil bro, wish I could get ´em back
I got all my jewelry, yeah, I´m posted in the trenches
Hittin potholes, spillin´ codeine in the Bentley

How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
If loving you is wrong, then I don´t wanna be right
I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven´t cried