PEANUT DA DON – Trenches Reloaded (Remix) (feat. T.I.)

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[Chorus: Peanut Da Don]
Same Nut from over there
Can’t fuck with it it’s a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a n early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches

[Verse 1: Peanut Da Don]
Came from nothing, thugga thugga
You know I stayed in some trouble
Thief in the night with some duck tape
Loaded rifle and a shovel
I survived that jungle
Poor as hell, it wasn’t luck
When you starving you kill for a dollar
Jail or hell for a buck
[?]
So I ain’t taking no losses
Let it slide you a target
Got my game from some bosses
Everything sell itself
You just can’t be scared to get out there
You got it hard while you broke
Go ahead and get out there
Pay attention mind your business
Don’t be fucking with them n’s
Do your dirt all by your lonely
Same shooter turned witness
Never show the folks the cash
Never show no folks the stash
Respect a man if he deserve it
And never take from who don’t have

[Chorus: Peanut Da Don]
Same Nut from over there
Can’t fuck with it it’s a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a n early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Came from nothing, started 80 something
Really had to get it out the bottom tho
Please believe a nigga had dreams
Stay trapping like there no tomorrow tho
Remember [??] had to [??] tho
Flip me a pack, get a [??]
First time I witnessed a homicide
To tell you the truth, I was horrified
Every week another altercation, niggas runnin ain lettin nuttin slide
Home invasion get hog tied
Just fo shinin too hard if look sweet
[??]
50 grand on the good weed
Remember doe was a good day, run the bag up on a good jay
On the spoons and them cook ye
Broke it down, it was all bait
We trapping money, gotta watch a smoker
You need another [??] for it
Gotta a problem, same set ride for it
Long live the don, dat way
I remember nut can’t even lie, but when I hear voice [??]

[Chorus: Peanut Da Don]
Same Nut from over there
Can’t fuck with it it’s a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a n early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches

[Verse 2: Peanut Da Don]
Every dog got his day
You gotta stay down and get yours
The hustle be in you not on you
Way down in your pores
Lawyers fees be a bih
Twelve crackaz be your peers
N broke get fried
Got some bread a couple years
Manslaughter was the case
[?] yea, the fast way
Told on her shorty rolled yeah
[?]
Ain’t nobody give nuttin to ya
Grind hard or you starve, n
I be punching 13
You just start stealing cars, n
Start trapping [?]
Country boys [?]
[?] what we had going on
Stayin alive was a job job, n
Every dream would get large, n
Every scheme would eat large, n
Keep it on you, fuck the feds
Cuz every [?] hit hard, n
Have green at the barbeque
Turn on that [?] get shot up
You don’t gotta take something down
Ask your plug how he got up

[Chorus: Peanut Da Don]
Same Nut from over there
Can’t fuck with it it’s a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a n early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches

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