Been Through (Feat. Elcamino)

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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 could 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 J's, 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

This is 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 hot plate 'cause we ain't have a stove, uh

That nigga had a 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," yeah

VVS, the big solitaire

Twenty bands for one earring and I got the pair

Neck lookin' like I sell a lot of squares

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

Niggas get out of pocket, then you shot to fear

And if you lose, you come back later and the block get air

I whip a brick up several ways, we was sellin' yays

Out that backseat window, my MAC-11 spray

Niggas mention my name, I ain't never phased

'Cause I'm makin' the kinda money they ain't never made, 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