Been Thru It All

(Got Prov city on fire n***a)
(Got Providence on fire, n***a)
(Gorillo on the beat, my n***a)
(You ain't on the mixtape
You ain't on nothing n***a)

[Talking]
Keep fucking up man
When Im in a groove in the beginning
I shoulda did it then
Shit always happen
You know, but it is what it is, you know

Aye
[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back

[Verse 1: Jduce]
I remember hard times
On the hard grind
No 8ths just all dimes
N***a Glenham was a cold block
I kept the door locked
Trapping hard, eating Gold Pot
N***a I remember slow days
Catching no plays
Buying food split it 4 ways
When there's was no Molly
There was just pills
And a 2 for 15 was a good deal

Man these n***as know I been snapping
I been rapping and these n***as know I been trapping
Man you n***as was in math class
I'm getting trap cash
Tryna add and subtract halves
Man you stayed at ya momma house
On a twin bed no bills saving good bread
While I'm hotter than a sauna on the corner while I'm rolling marijuana call your bitch for some good head

[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back

[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back

[Verse 2: Jduce]
Man you n***as better chill
I don't wanna drill
Car peel, when we squeeze the steal
Boy you n***as on a pill you ain't even real
And that Molly will get em killed
Boy this shit real life
And I gotta knife
You eating lemme get a slice
Free my n***as doing nights
Send them a kite
Just tell em it'll be aight
Man this shit go ape shit no fake shit
Just smile while you nod ya head
Cooking up in the kitchen, n***a listen
Miracle whip just for the bread
Residue on the dishes while I'm whipping
Skrt, Skrt you can get ahead
And you know I gotta zip on the strip
And I whip when I flip
But you gotta watch for the Feds
Nah n***a put ya nose out
Blow the smoke out
Just tell me what you learned from me
They ain't gon give it to you
Ain't shit free you gotta take it of ya earned money
Consequences to ya actions while you acting
Just know what you doing n***a
Or you'll be locked in a box with a lock in ya sock
Now a later how I chew it n***a

Man you n***as say you running what
I'm a run it up, it's like the sun how we coming up
Leave you slumped man
With the pump man
Make em reach like the jump man
N***a I don't wanna match up with ya little woods, big blunts no runts man
And all you n***as actors non factors
And I'm all you n***as stunt man

[Hook]
Man I done been through it all man
Money tall, money small man
And I'm just tryna ball man
Racks in the wall man
And my shooters on call man
I just want it all man
Shooters got that click clack
All black with the big strap
Shoot first, no chit chat
Bullets make ya ribs crack
2 sticks like a Kit Kat
And I stack what I get back

X3
Man I done been thru it all man

(That slick mix n***a)
(That secret sauce n***a)