[Intro: DJ Plugg]
Your plug's plug, bitch
I love my plug

[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
Thieving tonight 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
[?] 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: 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
[?]
Twelve [?]
N broke get fried
Got some bread [?]
Man, slaughter [?]
[?] yea, the fast way
Told on her [?]
[?]
Ain't nobody give her [?]
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
Standing in line was our 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
[?] start the barbeque
Turn on that [?] get shot up
[?] 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