Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goin' Through It, artist - Migos. Album song No Label, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Goin' Through It |
I’m goin' through it, my nigga ain’t even loyal |
He snitchin' on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer |
I’m goin' through it, my bitch ain’t even my bitch |
She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain’t worth shit |
I’m goin' through it, my brother in the cage |
My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient |
I’m goin' through it, I gotta get this money |
I’ma always ride in foreign, the codeine what I’m pourin' |
I’m goin' through it |
I’m goin' through it, man this shit so crazy |
'07, lost my brother, 15 years in them cages |
Now my grandma rest in peace, that was my first lady |
Thousand dollar specs on my face to block the haters |
Goin' through it right now but still chasin' the paper |
My bitch fucked the whole team, I never should have saved her |
And now I’m goin' crazy, cause I’m just goin' through it |
I still walk around with Rugers cause I like to shoot 'em |
I thought I loved that bitch to the mothafuckin' core |
I bought her Jimmy Choos, I bought her Juicy Couture |
I treated her like a queen, but she was the neighborhood whore |
And now she tryna ride with me cause now I’m on tour |
Money, money, money, money got me in a Porsche |
Money, money, money, money got my fingers sore |
I’m rollin' up a 3−5 blunt look like a core |
Feds watchin' me, still servin' J’s, I’m paranoid |
I’m goin' through it, my nigga ain’t even loyal |
He snitchin' on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer |
I’m goin' through it, my bitch ain’t even my bitch |
She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain’t worth shit |
I’m goin' through it, my brother in the cage |
My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient |
I’m goin' through it, I gotta get this money |
I’ma always ride in foreign, the codeine what I’m pourin' |
I’m goin' through it |
I’m goin' through it, my niggas in the slammer |
I had to go to Wal-Mart and collect some Arm & Hammer |
And go hard in the kitchen, finessin' nothing but tickets |
Do numbers water whippin', Young Quavo, yeah I did it |
My bitch, she smashed the whole team, damn that ho too friendly |
So you know when I sign that deal, got to know I ain’t buyin' that ho no Bentley |
Ain’t seen him in two years, now he wanna come around, gotta know somethin' |
fishy |
And I told my momma if somethin' happen to me, she can have my riches |
Young Quavo, ain’t leavin' my wealth to none of these bitches |
Cause once you dead and gone, she’ll have another nigga in your kitchen |
Water whippin', show her how you did it |
If I get her the Bentley, she’ll have another nigga in that Bentley |
I’m goin' through it, my nigga ain’t even loyal |
He snitchin' on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer |
I’m goin' through it, my bitch ain’t even my bitch |
She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain’t worth shit |
I’m goin' through it, my brother in the cage |
My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient |
I’m goin' through it, I gotta get this money |
I’ma always ride in foreign, the codeine what I’m pourin' |
I’m goin' through it |
I’ve been goin' through it, shit been crazy |
2000, lost my cousin, cried like a baby |
My ancestors been goin' through it, back then in slavery |
Now the time faster, I am the master |
Could’ve been me back then, nigga woulda been like «Fuck your master» |
My name Takeoff, I am NASA |
Every move I make, is spectacular |
Northside is my nation, and I’m an ambassador |
I pray to the man above, palm to palm |
Remember back in '07, almost lost my mom |
That woulda hurt my heart, prolly wouldn’t have no heart |
Prolly would’ve been stopped right then, prolly wouldn’t been no start |
Back to kickin' them doors, back to juugin' them cars |
But I pray to God, cause he healed my mom |
If you talkin' 'bout that bread, then I want every crumb |
Runnin' to the money like I’m in a marathon |
Foreign bitch, pop a zan like she pop a gun |
Smokin' on that kush, it smell just like an underarm |
And the check say it wanna get married to my thumb |
Goin' through it like a nigga locked up with no bond |
I’m goin' through it |
2000, lost my cousin RiRi, rest in peace |
'07 lost my big bruh to the feds |
Free Player Made |
Just lost my grandmomma |
Rest in peace Sally Smith, I love you |
Done took so many losses, it’s only right that we win |