Lesthegenius - Right Through It Lyrics

Shit ain't been perfect, but niggas been working
And I got a phone, but it's like out of service
Man Leave me alone, cause shit ain't no purpose
Of making a call if you ain't put the work in
Niggas want favors from me
Friends act like a nigga f*cking made of money
Hoes tryna get the paper from me
No you cannot from me
Every mother f*cker claim they love me
When it's plain and sunny
But They complain when it's rain and muddy
They ain't the same pain is ugly
From the train to range, man the game is lovely
They ain't cut the same so they ain't saying nothing
I got these niggas on hush mode
Everyone talk like the gun smoke
Talking like GTA gun codes
That's all we had when the funds low
I don't put the gavel on no man
On gravel had to battle my lows man
Niggas switching that they my bros man
Have nothing but a pocket of hope damn
And I'm hoping
All my niggas get out here
RaleighWood, we spent our hardest years
Probably should, go back and remodel it
Show em how college kids do it on scholarship
F*ck all the people doubted me
My grandpa phoned me told me he proud of me
Back In my dream
Built this whole dynasty, only my team
Vowed to go get it up by any means
Ain't no back-track
I'm a lab rat, hit the stu from school with my back-pack
Before the shit was cool, we was laughed at
Now my stock rising up like the nasdaq

Promise to GOD we'll get right through it
Don't sleep on my goals, get right to it
Was stuck on my lows, had to battle my foes
Stayed on 10 toes, and got right through it
Promise to God we'll right through it
Don't sleep on my goals, get right to it
Was stuck on my lows, had to battle my foes
But I stayed on 10 toes, and got right through it
Promise to GOD we'll get right through it
Don't sleep on my goals, get right to it
Was stuck on my lows, had to battle my foes
Stayed on 10 toes, and got right through it
Promise to God we'll right through it
Don't sleep on my goals, get right to it
Was stuck on my lows, had to battle my foes
But I stayed on 10 toes, and got right through it

They always hating on me
Contemplating ways to take my money
Label tried to put the label on me
Niggas moving funny but I ain't dummy
I just move past that
Share with my niggas my last stack
Told my mom we on the last lap
Then shit a go
F*ck all the bills you won't worry no more
The bred from the shows, gone pay for the home
While we on the road, you whipping the Rolls Royce
Or the vehicle of your choice
Grab the phone just to hear your boy
It's your boy