GOING THROUGH IT ft. SHO NUFF Lyrics

We all go through some shit, with a story to tell

Some waiting on a check, while others getting mail

It's all just a test, will you pass or fail

Life is what you make it maine, you in Heaven or Hell

I said my mule want to mingle, so yeah y'all can kiss my ass

School you on a lingo, better listen in class

At the end there's a test and everybody won't pass

The secret, get up off your ass and go and get that cash

History repeats itself, so see what worked in the past

Now you can do some calculations, hope you good at math

Who you know or what you know, man, I swear it's a science

We weight lifting in gym class, more dumbbells we applying

Do it from the heart, whenever you mess with the art

And keep your lead in the pencil for when the pop quiz starts

We can't stop now, if that lady ain't singing

The palace ain't gleaming, with maids that's cleaning

Ladies that's scheming, I'm laying and screaming

The pain is the screaming

Cages and the planes and the boats and the buses that's skiing

We parasailing, got laws but we slick about where we selling

Every day we put your project on and you're barely mailing

The postmaster getting mailed in

We'll leave it in your mailbox

Tells cop from the hell spot where they sell blocks

Geeks and hell rocks, we hurt niggas and send them the hits that can sell pockets

Tell them to tell the devil who the hell hot

We all go through some shit, with a story to tell

Some waiting on a check, while others getting mail

It's all just a test, will you pass or fail

Life is what you make it maine, you in Heaven or Hell

I wish I didn't exist, I wish that I was a bird

Or a smoke blunt of herb, or the dirt on the curb

I swerve all through the streets with no destination

Contemplating on this creation

My relationship with my lord is getting thinner

I can't help it that I'm a sinner

In a fuck state of mind, a sick predicament

I'm guilty and I'll admit, I'm far from innocent

Why couldn't it be all average, why a nigga hard have to go through so much damage

As a spice fanatic, a weed addict, a liquor savage

With tendencies to squeeze the automatic on my enemies

It seems I'm losing commandments, if there any newer who abandoned me

And I wish I would've passed that birth, maybe then

I wouldn't have to be, to the fucking end

yeah, yeah, because we all up in some shit

Some on the run from the po po's, and some on the run from bitches

We all go through some shit, with a story to tell

Some waiting on a check, while others getting mail

It's all just a test, will you pass or fail

Life is what you make it maine, you in Heaven or Hell