Been Through

Lyrics for Been Through

Yo, yo (Uh, uh) Yo, uh, yo, uh New drop, we goin' fishin', nigga You reach a certain level, don't wanna deal with niggas, uh Load up the gats, let's go and kill them niggas Let's take over they block, we in the buildin', nigga Fuck all that petty change, let's get these millions, nigga Ten toes on my block, where I'm from, I'm the illest nigga, uh Moms was out smokin', I was home alone Ain't have a phone, now I'm rich, rockin' COMME des GARÇONS, uh God'll bless the child that can hold his own No cable, wasn't able, I put together poems, uh I didn't read the Bible but I wrote the Psalms, uh I didn't rock the Jays but I had the Foams, uh I ain't had nothin' but a heart of gold It was kinda tough before we cracked the code, uh We ain't had no jobs 'cause it was crack we sold Told on his own man, man, that nigga bold Dishes dirty, choppin' grams, I had to use a bowl, uh We still livin' in hell 'cause we ain't sold our soul Cook up on a hotplate 'cause we ain't have a stove, uh That nigga had an issue so we wiped his nose They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window Look, so far, it's been a solid year I told my niggas, "Let's keep doin' Shit that got us here" (Let's keep it up) Yeah, VVS, the big solitaires (Big shit) Twenty bands for one earring and I got the pair (That's a four, nigga) Neck lookin' like I sell a lot of squares (Hah) These other niggas' jewelry kit cannot compare They say, "Machine, since you got in, shit has not been fair" Said, "I'ma run this shit until I'm in my rockin' chair" I'm from Buffalo, New York, ain't had too many options there Trap house kitchens, just a couple dirty pots in there (Talk to 'em) Niggas get out of pocket, then you shot the Feds And if you lose, you come back later and The block get aired (Boom, boom, boom, boom) I whip a brick up several ways, we was sellin' Yays (Whip up) Out that backseat window, my MAC-11 sprayed (Brrt) Niggas mention my name, I ain't never phased (Uh) 'Cause I'm makin' the kind of money they ain't never made (Hah, ah) They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window