Going Through It (feat. Moneybagg Yo, NoCap)
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it (I swear)
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
Broke in the trap like its a job same fit for 3 days (I ain't change)
I made my first 10 thousand off a prepaid (ask my cousin)
Pull up surprise you with that 5 like it's your bday (hop out blurr)
All my nigga stand up on business like a briefcase (shoot it)
You just see me shine now, don't know what I been through
Can't let them know you broke, they tried to use that shit against you
Real is real, still the same nigga when I ain't have a penny
Label me a boss, I accept my losses like my winning
200 a gig on demand like xfinity (bad)
Nigga ain't getting no money that a red flag or penalty (ha-ha)
Pipe down, you ain't rich enough to be my enemy (no)
Life ain't been all good but it finna be (for real)
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it (I swear)
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it (no-no)
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
Love my nigga hope they never crossed me (they never crossed me)
No one around but I hear someone talking (someone talking)
Key to making living like I'm Tavon (Tavon)
When I'm in Houston or when I'm in Austin
Look far we came, I'm been speeding I'm all different lanes
I need a GPS I don't know where we at
I got a feeling that I'm standing on the edge (on the edge)
Been having dreams that I was back up in the jail (in the jail)
Back against the wall with the 30 ya'll (30 y'all)
Watching my nigga dying and bleeding out (bleeding out)
Watching my mama furniture get throwed out (throwed out)
Now when we hit the clubs we stand up on the crouch
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
21, young and dumb
Too much stress, stumbling drunk
I was lost, no control
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Dirty mirror, feeling numb
I was broken, I was done
I've been husting on the run
Take a look what I've become
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it (I swear)
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
Broke in the trap like its a job same fit for 3 days (I ain't change)
I made my first 10 thousand off a prepaid (ask my cousin)
Pull up surprise you with that 5 like it's your bday (hop out blurr)
All my nigga stand up on business like a briefcase (shoot it)
You just see me shine now, don't know what I been through
Can't let them know you broke, they tried to use that shit against you
Real is real, still the same nigga when I ain't have a penny
Label me a boss, I accept my losses like my winning
200 a gig on demand like xfinity (bad)
Nigga ain't getting no money that a red flag or penalty (ha-ha)
Pipe down, you ain't rich enough to be my enemy (no)
Life ain't been all good but it finna be (for real)
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it (I swear)
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it (no-no)
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
Love my nigga hope they never crossed me (they never crossed me)
No one around but I hear someone talking (someone talking)
Key to making living like I'm Tavon (Tavon)
When I'm in Houston or when I'm in Austin
Look far we came, I'm been speeding I'm all different lanes
I need a GPS I don't know where we at
I got a feeling that I'm standing on the edge (on the edge)
Been having dreams that I was back up in the jail (in the jail)
Back against the wall with the 30 ya'll (30 y'all)
Watching my nigga dying and bleeding out (bleeding out)
Watching my mama furniture get throwed out (throwed out)
Now when we hit the clubs we stand up on the crouch
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
21, young and dumb
Too much stress, stumbling drunk
I was lost, no control
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Dirty mirror, feeling numb
I was broken, I was done
I've been husting on the run
Take a look what I've become
Shit gets hard I was going through it
I was working three jobs, I was going through it
Had a hole in my heart like a bullet through it
Had my back against the wall but you know I do it
Like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I was on the edge like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
I was left for dead like, "Aya-ya-ya"
Voices in my head saying, "Nah-nah-nah-nah"
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
Credits
Writer(s): David Wilson, Nicholas Black, Samuel James Zammarelli, Wyatt Charles Bamford Sanders, David Saint Fleur, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Alexander John Wigdahl, Kobe V. Crawford, Henry Lother Nichols, Eric Aukstikalnis, Ignatius Kabuye, Corey Michael Blount
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