Night Shift in the Trenches

[Intro]
Late night
Same block
Same talk
Same plot (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got evicted on a Tuesday
Coach bag by the trash can
Mama yelling through the doorway
"Boy, you better have a plan"
Corner store, bullet glass
Counting singles in my hand
Saw my homie on a shirt
Saw his name on Instagram
Section 8 hallway
Smell of smoke in the vents
Food stamps on the countertop
Empty fridge, broken vents
Cousin on a tether
Check-in every other night
Still keep a hoodie by the oven
In case we gotta take flight (skrrt)
[Chorus]
This that night shift in the trenches (trenches)
Broken homes and burnin’ bridges (bridges)
Rent late, still jump them fences (yeah)
Pray my sins don’t break these hinges
This that pressure, it don’t sleep (it don’t sleep)
Siren songs all in these streets (woo)
Heart cold, but the hustle heat
If I fall, I fall on my feet
[Verse 2]
Club packed, but my mind in court
Bottle girls, but my brother short
Public defender, bargain sport
Judge talk long like it's her resort
City bus route on my phone
Tryna map out ways from the zone
Block party turned wake overnight
Teardrops on styrofoam
Stimmy gone, but the pain stay
PPP in the ashtray
Opps ride past in a Hyundai
Same car we used for a grad day
Lil bro scrolling on TikTok
See a body on his For You
He just shrug, say that's "regular"
I just stare like, "this ain't normal, dude"
[Chorus]
This that night shift in the trenches (trenches)
Broken homes and burnin’ bridges (burnin’)
Rent late, still jump them fences (jump)
Pray my sins don’t break these hinges
This that pressure, it don’t sleep (never)
Siren songs all in these streets (streets)
Heart cold, but the hustle heat
If I fall, I fall on my feet
[Bridge]
2020s, mask on, still seen
Blue lights paint the project green
Every day scroll new extreme
Tryna wake up from the same bad dream (same dream)
But I’m still here, still breathe
Still stack crumbs, still leave
One foot out, one foot deep
Hope these scars buy my peace
[Chorus]
This that night shift in the trenches (trenches)
Broken homes and burnin’ bridges (bridges)
Rent late, still jump them fences (yeah)
Pray my sins don’t break these hinges
This that pressure, it don’t sleep (it don’t sleep)
Siren songs all in these streets (all in these streets)
Heart cold, but the hustle heat
If I fall, I fall on my feet

rap, Aggressive Southern/Trap club banger with male vocals; dark sliding bass, eerie bell and synth leads, sharp hi-hat rolls. Verses spit fast double-time flows, hook is chanty and easy to scream in a packed club. Ad-libs tucked deep, distorted 808s punch through, occasional rock-style power chords in the drops to add rap-rock grit. Big, wide mix for festival stages and late-night drives., southern hip hop, hip hop, rap rock, hardcore hip hop