Going Thru It - Pressa, Burna Bandz

Had to go and do some… shit

[Verse 1: Burna Bandz &

Pressa

Uh, had to go and do some dirt (Do some dirt)

Had to get it out the dirt (Straight out the mud)

Hope for the best, prepare for worst

You know the family come first (Family first)

I need that bag, even if it hurts (Even if it hurts)

It’s drama time, it’s time to get to work

You know I’m ridin' passenger (Skrrt)

Jump up, put a nigga in the hearse (Straight in the hearse)

Yellow tape, my wassas on the lurk

We makin' sales like the clerk

What you need, we got it over here (We got it here)

And I don’t want that shit if it ain’t rare

We in traffic, pulled up, got some killers in the Sprinter van (Shooters in the.

Fuckin' ho’s, they just be a fan of the gang

I’ve been on the road, I’ve been in and out the cities, yeah (Yeah)

I’m on the go, got a goal standin' in my path (Got a goal)

Snub nose .38, spinnin', blow away (Spend it all)

Get that bag and separate from the fuckin' fake (Separation)

They wanna see me shake, every move I make (Every move I make)

I’m in L.A. with Pressa, Tory, we pourin' Ace of Spades (Pourin' Ace of Spades)

Tryna stay focused like my nigga Herbo say (Like Herbo say)

Hocus Pocus, get him gone out the way (Get him out the way)

30's loaded, shooters ain’t gon' hesitate (Ain't gon' hesitate)

I’m in motion, tryna flip all this weight (Flip all this weight)

Niggas jokin', they don’t mean a word they say (Not a word they say,

Press

They’re broke, man them niggas ain’t gettin' paid (

Yeah, racks

Every day I chase a play, I need that shit today (

Press

Tryna get it, gotta get it at the quickest rate (

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, money keep on comin' in differently

I got it in with Tom and his wife named Tiffany (Check)

I ain’t even breakin' down the enemy (My enemies, yeah)

I keep it on me out in Europe 'cause this gun made in Germany (Overseas)

Hollows in this 30, you ain’t makin' it through surgery (Surgery)

I be out in Van', might catch me out in Burnaby (Burnaby)

Pressa, I get hot when they try and hide respect for me

Ain’t no eliminatin' me, eliminate your enemies (Yeah)

Kush and alcohol in my system

Tell me what you live for

He came back, then why you make him live for?

Money make these niggas 'blivious to the fact that they could still lose their

life to streets, so (Goofy)

So this gun leave a print in my hipbone (Hipbone)

You know I got you on the drill, I’ll watch your head

cro

(My dawg)

I got the opps super scared on they tip-toes (Tip)

And my Wassa leave a nigga in the funeral (Who!)

And we so sav' (Sav'), I need a bag (Bag)

If the streets gettin' hot, we take a cab (Taxi)

I do a dance just for the cam (Huh)

But nothin' ain’t sweet behind the camera

And they gon' lie like the crooked pastor (Uh)

Broke bed casket with this ladder (Dirty)

Nothin' in this world that really matters (Yeah)

So Iima put mind over matter

13, kept a lil' .38 (Ayy)

And we was in school when the opps gun was fake (Ayy)

And now I’m lookin' back, man, these niggas really waste (Waste)

Life, it ain’t no joke when you goin' to the grave (Yeah)

And talkin' to God, just hope he could hear me

Niggas, they bitch, ain’t nothin' bitch 'round here (Yeah)

And money make you go, but money make him 'pear

And money make him disappear, and then he reappear (Yeah, huh)