Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Thru Hell, artist - Styles P. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Song language: English
Going Thru Hell |
| Ghost shit nigga |
| Feel me |
| Never less what you can never have (never) |
| Wondering if God cry, cause I know the Devil laugh |
| Came from the dark, so the light is the better half |
| A gift and a curse, yeah the shit’ll split your head in half |
| King from the light source then hit the dark force |
| Now I need sight, what you think I’m tryna spark for? |
| Play the fast lane, think I’m tryna park for? |
| Me and was like |
| When bass hit, basic, I was in the Matrix |
| Just gettin' out of it, told my wife I’m proud of it |
| I say the illest rhyme, smoke the loudest shit |
| Besides that, I be in the hood where it’s live at |
| Spit from the soul, I feel, will he survive that? |
| Some call me G-Host others call me S Dot |
| I’m on Earth now but Heaven’ll be my next spot |
| I been in Hell more than you been on your desktop |
| I been goin' thru hell gotta make it to Heaven |
| My niggas whip around in the 5, 6's and 7's |
| 4's and them 3's too, know we keep it G too |
| It’s hard so I’m kneeling down to God like «I need you» |
| I need you God |
| said they fuck around killers, word |
| Why ask the question of some you know the answer to? |
| The angel sing, the devil tries to dance with you |
| You a nerd then the gangsters wanna with you |
| Then you become wild and the biz get scared to camp with you |
| These are my trials and my tribulations |
| Blowin' weed for the stimulation |
| My body’s my temple, the crib need renovations |
| I’m the contractor |
| Can’t be the boss of the mob without the don factor |
| Make your wife smile |
| Bring your mom laughter and your kids too |
| Smoke and drink with you niggas |
| Get a couple Europeans, couple minks with you niggas |
| If we can’t get it together, shit we can never hang (never) |
| Can’t trust you with the word, we can never slang (never) |
| Can’t trust you by a cop, we can never bang (never) |
| 'Cause you never heard rap buy a nigga name (never) |
| 'Cause I’ve stand up (word) |
| Had to man up and kneel down |
| Tell God that it’s real now |
| It’s life after death but is it |
| Death after death (is it?) 'cause |
| I’ve been breathin' real hard |
| Breath after breath |
| Is it step after step or |
| You’ll run to it |
| This a wicked game tell me do I bring my son to it? |
| I’m at the bar then bring my gun to it |
| 'Cause love is love |
| But if it’s war then blood is blood |
| I been goin' thru hell gotta make it to Heaven |
| My niggas whip around in the 5, 6's and 7's |
| 4's and them 3's too, know we keep it G too |
| It’s hard so I’m kneeling down to God like «I need you» |
| I’m 'bout to go bananas, no peel |
| For my jail niggas peanut butter in they oatmeal |
| Homie got a target on his face, how feel? |
| See 'em on the other side, 'til you have Ghost feel |
| Shit, don’t smoke but I’m gettin' more smoke still |
| Talk about the wave, fuck around and get the boat kill |
| High tide, I’m the fly guy and the fluke still |
| Can’t forget the days when I haven’t eat, no feels |
| Prayers then I roll up |
| Throw the peace sign, I know God see me throw it up |
| I know I don’t know enough (I know) |
| Learn more, earn more, that’s what I gotta turn the focus |
| Can’t turn back time but I could turn all my mind |
| And move forward, pray the Lord we all gon' shine (Lord) |
| the cherokee, smokin' to get therapy |
| Speakin' on behalf of these niggas that got felonies |
| pains from they lost ones memories, nigga |
| I been goin' thru hell gotta make it to Heaven |
| My niggas whip around in the 5, 6's and 7's |
| 4's and them 3's too, know we keep it G too |
| It’s hard so I’m kneeling down to God like «I need you» |