Goin’ Thru Some sh*t lyrics

Wake up early in the morning grabbed my k up out the closet
I got money, I got hoes, all that hating need to stop
In the trap, going hard, what you need, yeah I got it
When I'm out in NYC I got P's of that sour
Blowing racks, I'm in Sac, you a b*tch, I'm a mack, rap n*ggas stealing swag, zombie tips in my mag
Designer what I'm smoking, had a drop top, Lil shawty know it, drinking on a b*tch, buying pus*y, give her everything
Meet me out in Oakland, my price is lower, chi' with me, God damn, I don't gotta rhyme, I'm the realest n*gga in it. You ain't got no money, we just know your song, something ain't right, you're doing something wrong, b*tch I've been known, I just came back from Asia. I'm never lying to them, I'd rather flaunt to them, money conossour, f*ck the constitution, 30 in the uzi, relaxin I'm just coolin, they wonder how I do it, my life like a movie, I wonder will I make it, I'm feeling like I should

I'm going through some sh*t
b*tch ass n*gga, quit calling my phone
I'm going through some sh*t
And this money, I gotta get it on my own
I'm going through some sh*t, damn
f*ck the rap game
I'm going through some sh*t
I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own

I can't lie b*tch I'm in a daze, trappin' hard all 30 days, the trap sounding like a shooting range, m80 and the 12-gague. pus*y n*gga you can catch a fade, purple syrup in my lemonade. I'm feeling like the last n*gga left, all my n*ggas dead out in the field. I've been trapping since a young n*gga, I was livin' in a motel, mattress smelling like a cigarette, whoever thought I'd ever make it here? I never witness bricks for the team, 20 bands and we can get it in, I'm sliding through another n*gga hood, I gurantee he'll never talk again. I'll take your b*tch out to di*k and din', never ever tell her where I live, I got her sucking sippin' juice and gin, I don't love you b*tch we only friends. She told me that she'll never love again, I told the b*tch yeah I understand. Compact right above my leg, fill a pus*y n*gga up with lead

I'm going through some sh*t
b*tch ass n*gga, quit calling my phone
I'm going through some sh*t
And this money, I gotta get it on my own
I'm going through some sh*t, damn
f*ck the rap game
I'm going through some sh*t
I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own