Been Through It
500 shells in the rifle
Even when you doing good read the Bible
We live forever young, no suicidal
Two middle fingers up to my rivals (fuck y'all)
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again, but my first M, I blew it
I don't do tit for tat, I get to it
All my cars just for no farmers, no Buick
Fuck nigga cross me
I trapped in the crosses, I'm trippin' like Kobe had crossed me
I gotta keep cool cause karma will cost me
I used to love her but she lied, so she lost me
Spent a 20 right in Neiman's
Pay no attention, got pulled over speeding
Thank God it wasn't on me and l'm breathing
Call mom's and told her | love her and I mean it
Brand new Margiela's on my feet
My Glock don't jam so l damn couldn't cheat
Cookie bag's for the fam let 'em eat (cook)
I don't sell grams, you can get it by the key
I been fuckin' since a youngin (swear)
Bricks in the attic stash money in the dungen
Buss it down, break it down, beat it with your bunions
Hustle be 100 and you make a lot of hunnids (swear)
My L's in the past, I'm a winner
I feel good, good wood, when l'm with her
Chickens for the low and the tenders came tender
She suck cash out whatever you can send her (flippa)
Whatever you can send her
My ice real, your's cloudy, let it simmer (watch it)
Diamonds shine bright, sunlight watch it shimmer
I just got the Bimmer back and niggas acting bitter (650)
50k stuffed in my Balmain's
Buy a new bag for my main thang
In the bando get paid when the door swang
I'm a millionaire now from a no name(Flippa!)
500 shells in the rifle
Even when you doing good read the Bible
We live forever young, no suicidal
Two middle fingers up to my rivals (fuck y'all)
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again but my first M, I blew it
I don't do tit for tat, I get to it
All my cars just for no farmers, no Buick
Whenever we fuck, suck it right, don't chew it (suck it)
Catch me out, don't press nigga, I'ma lose it
Your bitch like my music
Hit her ride the cue stick
All my niggas got it, say you havin', then prove it (have it)
Too many M's make me say wow
I bought a personal truck loaded comes now
Meet the plug think the bricks came from a cow
Bitch i'm in Bogota still tryna get the lounge (swear)
I been havin', if you really know me
I keep it 3k in Cali with Oakland
I'ma get some plays in the station like I'm Sony
No lies, got mob ties will tie you pepperoni
Me Sauce and me since ain't no sauce
Cash got so big, I think last like I lost (what else?)
You steal the sauce like I'm cooking a broth (cookin)
I do still stagger, still feel like I ain't enough (woah)
Gotta thank God for it all
I need hot minutes, top dollar for exhaust
Gave momma ten and a more, so she could ball
Get the jewelery 100 plus every time we call (whoa)
500 shells in the rifle
Even when you doing good read the Bible
We live forever young, no suicidal
Two middle fingers up to my rivals (fuck y'all)
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again but my first M, I blew it
I don't do tit for tat, I get to it
All my cars just for no farmers, no Buick
Fuck nigga cross me
I trapped in the crosses, I'm trippin' like Kobe had crossed me
I gotta keep cool cause karma will cost me
I used to love her but she lied, so she lost me
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again but my first M, I blew it
Whatever you go through, you strong, you get through it
They tried to count me out, close the door, I ran through it
Flippa!
Even when you doing good read the Bible
We live forever young, no suicidal
Two middle fingers up to my rivals (fuck y'all)
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again, but my first M, I blew it
I don't do tit for tat, I get to it
All my cars just for no farmers, no Buick
Fuck nigga cross me
I trapped in the crosses, I'm trippin' like Kobe had crossed me
I gotta keep cool cause karma will cost me
I used to love her but she lied, so she lost me
Spent a 20 right in Neiman's
Pay no attention, got pulled over speeding
Thank God it wasn't on me and l'm breathing
Call mom's and told her | love her and I mean it
Brand new Margiela's on my feet
My Glock don't jam so l damn couldn't cheat
Cookie bag's for the fam let 'em eat (cook)
I don't sell grams, you can get it by the key
I been fuckin' since a youngin (swear)
Bricks in the attic stash money in the dungen
Buss it down, break it down, beat it with your bunions
Hustle be 100 and you make a lot of hunnids (swear)
My L's in the past, I'm a winner
I feel good, good wood, when l'm with her
Chickens for the low and the tenders came tender
She suck cash out whatever you can send her (flippa)
Whatever you can send her
My ice real, your's cloudy, let it simmer (watch it)
Diamonds shine bright, sunlight watch it shimmer
I just got the Bimmer back and niggas acting bitter (650)
50k stuffed in my Balmain's
Buy a new bag for my main thang
In the bando get paid when the door swang
I'm a millionaire now from a no name(Flippa!)
500 shells in the rifle
Even when you doing good read the Bible
We live forever young, no suicidal
Two middle fingers up to my rivals (fuck y'all)
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again but my first M, I blew it
I don't do tit for tat, I get to it
All my cars just for no farmers, no Buick
Whenever we fuck, suck it right, don't chew it (suck it)
Catch me out, don't press nigga, I'ma lose it
Your bitch like my music
Hit her ride the cue stick
All my niggas got it, say you havin', then prove it (have it)
Too many M's make me say wow
I bought a personal truck loaded comes now
Meet the plug think the bricks came from a cow
Bitch i'm in Bogota still tryna get the lounge (swear)
I been havin', if you really know me
I keep it 3k in Cali with Oakland
I'ma get some plays in the station like I'm Sony
No lies, got mob ties will tie you pepperoni
Me Sauce and me since ain't no sauce
Cash got so big, I think last like I lost (what else?)
You steal the sauce like I'm cooking a broth (cookin)
I do still stagger, still feel like I ain't enough (woah)
Gotta thank God for it all
I need hot minutes, top dollar for exhaust
Gave momma ten and a more, so she could ball
Get the jewelery 100 plus every time we call (whoa)
500 shells in the rifle
Even when you doing good read the Bible
We live forever young, no suicidal
Two middle fingers up to my rivals (fuck y'all)
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again but my first M, I blew it
I don't do tit for tat, I get to it
All my cars just for no farmers, no Buick
Fuck nigga cross me
I trapped in the crosses, I'm trippin' like Kobe had crossed me
I gotta keep cool cause karma will cost me
I used to love her but she lied, so she lost me
I been through it, I been through it
I won't do it again but my first M, I blew it
Whatever you go through, you strong, you get through it
They tried to count me out, close the door, I ran through it
Flippa!
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Writer(s): Kevin Markees Purnell
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