What Im Going Thru lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Hey, Deeski, I like this one)

[Chorus]
I know I'm f*ckin' up, I feel my conscience leavin' me
I'm doin' what I know be wrong 'cause this sh*t crazy in the street
Pray to God he save my soul, I kiss my Draco 'fore I sleep
n*ggas soft, sh*t got hard, they fold, so all this sh*t fall on me
Wish that I could be with my bros dressin' good and eatin' nice
But every time my brother call my phone, I gotta press a five
Damn, they got my n*gga locked inside, I'm tryna stretch a pie
Tryna make sure everybody strapped, it got me stressin' out

[Verse]
My n*gga Roc got locked, this sh*t got hot, it really showed a lot
I be off the drugs to heal this pain, I'm rappin', dozin' off
Had to cut my n*gga off, hoes come 'round, he like showin' off
n*ggas tried to judge me for my past, but they don't know me now
You was my bro, you said you loved me, gotta show me now
sh*t been goin' fast, I can't let one of these n*ggas slow me down
n*ggas see that bag and then get mad and try to take you off
I see why n*ggas jealous, I'm the one who really takin' off
Get lonely at the top, the industry been tryna take my soul
I get out my mind and body, tryna take control
You could give them boys your all, they still gon' ask for more
n*ggas keep sellin' out for dough and that sh*t gettin' old
[Chorus]
I know I'm f*ckin' up, I feel my conscience leavin' me
I'm doin' what I know be wrong 'cause this sh*t crazy in the street
Pray to God he save my soul, I kiss my Draco 'fore I sleep
n*ggas soft, sh*t got hard, they fold, so all this sh*t fall on me
Wish that I could be with my bros dressin' good and eatin' nice
But every time my brother call my phone, I gotta press a five
Damn, they got my n*gga locked inside, I'm tryna stretch a pie
Tryna make sure everybody strapped, it got me stressin' out