Sincerely

I got some niggas who's servin'

That nigga flex, we strippin' him shirtless

Shootin' up houses, them niggas on nerd shit

Boy we ain't shootin unless we gon' merc shit

Remember them days I was broke on the 8th

And my parents was saying that you gon' be worthless

Now im on a the plane on the way to the H

To bust down the chain to show that I’m worth it

Poppin' them pills at my shows

Cause when I perform I still get a lil' nervous

This Glock, let her dance

Every time I fire, this bih get to jerkin'

Remеmber them days at my mamas

Using Pro Tools, thank God that I learnеd it

Remember the time the homie got shot

Me and Manny was slidin' till we found that he workin'

Addicted to gambling, before we shot dice we was playing with guns tryna shoot up a person

Addicted to splurging, I got me some money and realized the reason I’m hurtin'

Ain’t nobody perfect I got me some problems, but it’s all part of learning

This pistol be jerking, this four-nickel bussin', it got my wrist hurtin'

Do it back, then I'm splurgin'

Love me for me, kinda' hard to be perfect

This pistol be workin', rip up your skin bitch I feel like a surgeon

Write lenses in cursive, black hoodie, bitch I feel like I'm smirkish

Dear mama I made I’m far from the top, gettin' used to be famous

Dear mom it’s crazy, I shared her my dreams they was calling me crazy

I dreamed of a Mercedes, Now I’m in a Benz and I got me a baby

Dear mama, dear mama, aye

Dear mama I made I’m far from the top, gettin' used to be famous

Dear mom it’s crazy, I shared her my dreams they was calling me crazy

I dreamed of a Mercedes, Now I’m in a Benz and I got me a baby

Dear mama, dear mama, aye

Mama this shit be so wicked

Swam with the shark but I came from the fishes

Police be trippin', when we see lights, we hoppin' them fences

I slid for my dog, We double the digits and he ain't have no witness

Pumping that iron, ain't talkin' no fitness

Call up, we slidin' just like some children

Sincerely (Child of the Trenches II - EP), R-raised in the [?], my niggas is quick to go shoot at the building

I'm tryna make me a millon

Taking these drugs cause it help with the healing

Hoping my sound make 'em feel it

Can't make her wet, then I promise I'll steal hit

And bitch I'm still it, nah he ain't dead but bitch we still hit

Feel my pain now, 30 on me I swore we could bang out

Affording them chains now

Everywhere I step out, the people be knowing my name now

Walk through the rain now, pistol on me, I walk with my chains out

That cuz should play it out, we finna win so stay down

Keepin' them Ks out, pull up on niggas, send shots, leave his face down

They knowing my name now

Just like a birthday, I'm getting that cake now

I'm raising the stakes now, writing them songs, I'm boutta page out

Aye, aye, I'm boutta page out

Dear mama I made I’m far from the top, gettin' used to be famous

Dear mom it’s crazy, I shared her my dreams they was calling me crazy

I dreamed of a Mercedes, Now I’m in a Benz and I got me a baby

Dear mama, dear mama, aye

Dear mama I made I’m far from the top, gettin' used to be famous

Dear mom it’s crazy, I shared her my dreams they was calling me crazy

I dreamed of a Mercedes, Now I’m in a Benz and I got me a baby

Dear mama, dear mama