Letra de Product of the Trenches - Rob49

Product of the trenches, been this way since I was little

Yeah

I'm a dog and she a dog, she think I love her 'cause I kiss her

Yeah (Yeah)

I'm getting my money right (Yeah), stacking and investing

Took my momma out the fucking projects (Yeah)

Grinding everyday, I'm showing love, but I don't owe her nothin' (Owe her nothin')

Hot boxing the Altima, the back-to-back in Buku foreigns (Yeah)

SRT when I get bored (Yeah)

Fuck that, let's go meal for meal, you started this, I finished it (Yeah)

Treat her good just 'cause she pretty (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm humble, but I'm litty

I was trying to tell them I was the greatest, they ain't see it in me (Yeah)

Before I touch this mic', I was been hype, just my bread different (Yeah)

All us from the booth, that's off the flip, all he know is step (Yeah)

I was tryna be a drug lord like I'm DMF (Yeah)

I was dead broke, starving by myself, niggas ain't never help (Yeah)

I was tryna throw away my life, niggas ain't tell me nothin' (Yeah)

I be selling weed, don't play with cracker fiends (Play with cracker fiends, yeah)

I put her on her knees, but don't trust no skeezer (But don't trust no skeezer, yeah)

The way I dog her out, I know she hate me (I know she hate me, yeah)

She want me to herself, she crazy (She want me to herself, she crazy, yeah)

Alright, product of the trenches, been this way since I was little

I'm dog and she a dog, she think I love her 'cause I kiss her (Yeah)

Once I went turned up my fam', I went and put on all my niggas (Put on all my niggas)

I created all my ice, two-hundred fifty in this kennel (In this kennel)

You can tell my bro a real street nigga, he done slip shit (Yeah)

I be tryna hide my real life from these rap lyrics (Yeah)

I was out here putting these niggas on, niggas ain't give me nothin' (Yeah)

I was out here stealing niggas money, just be glad I love you (Yeah)

Savage like my momma, still be trappin' like my daddy (Yeah)

I'm seventeen in high school putting pounds in the attic, nigga (Yeah)

I be selling weed, don't play with cracker fiends (Play with cracker fiends)

I put her on her knees, but don't trust no skeezer (But don't trust no skeezer)

The way I dog her out, I know she hate me (I know she hate me)

She want me to herself, she crazy (She want me to herself, she crazy, yeah)

Alright, product of the trenches, been this way since I was little

I'm dog and she a dog, she think I love her 'cause I kiss her (Kiss her)

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