goin thru it Lyrics

It'd be a different story if you told the truth

The kicks got a hole ripped through

But these ain't golden goose

I'm in my bag, no dispute

Press record and show the proof

Used to think less is more

But I seen the shit they sold to you

Seen them going through it

Scrolling through the pain

Seeping through

Hope they leaving soon

The game needs some room

If the gang ain't in the spot

Then I'm leaving soon

Not to pocket watch

But trying to clock what they even do

Belief is a vehicle

For the unforeseeable

Discomfort just means that you need to move

Hope your love ain't strategical

Hope I practice my preaching

My actions match in my speech

It doesn't have to be a masterpiece

But these racks don't come for free

You can ask The Streets

This type of passion

Don't just last for weeks

I actually bleed

And through the battle I just ask for peace

Swear I'm only like this

Cause I have to be