Been Thru It All
(Got Prov city on fire n*gga)
(Got Providence on fire, n*gga)
(Gorillo on the beat, my n*gga)
(You ain't on the mixtape
You ain't on nothing n*gga)
[Talking]
Keep f*cking up man
When Im in a groove in the beginning
I shoulda did it then
sh*t always happen
You know, but it is what it is, you know
Aye
[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back
[Verse 1: Jduce]
I remember hard times
On the hard grind
No 8ths just all dimes
n*gga Glenham was a cold block
I kept the door locked
Trapping hard, eating Gold Pot
n*gga I remember slow days
Catching no plays
Buying food split it 4 ways
When there's was no Molly
There was just pills
And a 2 for 15 was a good deal
Man these n*ggas know I been snapping
I been rapping and these n*ggas know I been trapping
Man you n*ggas was in math class
I'm getting trap cash
Tryna add and subtract halves
Man you stayed at ya momma house
On a twin bed no bills saving good bread
While I'm hotter than a sauna on the corner while I'm rolling marijuana call your b*tch for some good head
[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back
[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back
[Verse 2: Jduce]
Man you n*ggas better chill
I don't wanna drill
Car peel, when we squeeze the steal
Boy you n*ggas on a pill you ain't even real
And that Molly will get em killed
Boy this sh*t real life
And I gotta knife
You eating lemme get a slice
Free my n*ggas doing nights
Send them a kite
Just tell em it'll be aight
Man this sh*t go ape sh*t no fake sh*t
Just smile while you nod ya head
Cooking up in the kitchen, n*gga listen
Miracle whip just for the bread
Residue on the dishes while I'm whipping
Skrt, Skrt you can get ahead
And you know I gotta zip on the strip
And I whip when I flip
But you gotta watch for the Feds
Nah n*gga put ya nose out
Blow the smoke out
Just tell me what you learned from me
They ain't gon give it to you
Ain't sh*t free you gotta take it of ya earned money
Consequences to ya actions while you acting
Just know what you doing n*gga
Or you'll be locked in a box with a lock in ya sock
Now a later how I chew it n*gga
Man you n*ggas say you running what
I'm a run it up, it's like the sun how we coming up
Leave you slumped man
With the pump man
Make em reach like the jump man
n*gga I don't wanna match up with ya little woods, big blunts no runts man
And all you n*ggas actors non factors
And I'm all you n*ggas stunt man
[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back
X3
Man I done been thru it all man
(That slick mix n*gga)
(That secret sauce n*gga)