Been Thru Some Thangs

Came out of my shell
Came up living in hell
Had a step daddy king of his city as well
He was trapping that white girl
Was pushing that pack
I was young but a nigga was built to attack
Watched him cook in the kitchen
Was built In the trap
Niggas wanna be niggas
I was living like that
Product of my environment
That's why I'm like that
Had to find a new way
I wasn't living like that oh no

Seen a lot niggas die
So i stay with a pole
Niggas won't catch me lackin
This time that's for sure
I don't do people wrong but I'm ready to go
I was young living thug life was kicking in doors
Robbed a cop for his cards didn't realize didn't know I was bout all that action
I was dumb I ain't know
Taking any and everything
A young nigga want
Had to be a rich nigga
So I start selling dope
Said at first I won't do it
But got right into it
The money came quick
Flippin work like it's fluent
Graduated to ice
Country P said don't do it
But I needed money
Be broke I can't do it
The darkest of times
Kept my head and got thru it
Did time in the clank
I accepted my fate
Couldn't snitch on my friends
But they flip flopped on mayne
See the pain in my eyes
I done been through some thangs

Been through some thangs
Can't trust a soul
I done witness some thangs
Can't tell a soul
I can't vent thru some things
Can't let shit go
I might trip if you play
Don't got no time for a nigga that's broke
I don't smoke no more weed had to let that shit go
Never really did drugs Poped a Molly before
Tried an ex could sleep I didn't try it no more

Witnessed some things
Wish that I didn't see
I done fucked this man girl he got angry at me
Had to let this bitch nigga know I pack a pole
Choked his girl if he try me I'm taking his soul
(Ghost rider)
Don't condone any violence
That shit really wack
Rather go get this money
Just chase me a rack
Only broke niggas trippin
Like eddy on crack
Only broke niggas lie
On they lyrics in rap
I might cook in the kitchen
In apron and britches
Make five star cuisines with two butt naked bitches
And hire they mama to wash all the dishes
I can't trust a hoe with emotional feelings
I can't trust these niggas that's acting like hoes
Had to cut people off to quit staining my soul
But I still got bad habits that's how that shit go
I pray everyday that I grow to be old

Been through some thangs
Can't trust a soul
I done witness some thangs
Can't tell a soul
I can't vent thru some things
Can't let shit go
I might trip if you play
Don't got no time for a nigga that's broke
I don't smoke no more weed had to let that shit go
Never really did drugs Poped a Molly before
Tried an ex could sleep I didn't try it no more



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Writer(s): Derek Jackson
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