[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Uh, she joining every Tik Tok Challenge
Thousands of likes cause her booty and her hips got balance
Emoji after emoji confirming that she O.D
Shorty from the block is hot now, no longer low key
Little miss is fly though, from the middle of Ohio
To promos on her page and booking info in her bio
Everything about her sick, guess that's why she’s always viral
You would never know that her whole life's a downward spiral
Single mother of a child that never ever met her father
He threatened that if she left him, he would no longer be bothered
I guess he kept his promise, but that's not her only drama
See that cancer done grew to fourth stage inside her mama
Doctors wanna stop the chemo, so she’s peaceful and no longer
Has to suffer and be weak from all the treatments but Yalonda
Ain't ready to let her go, so she got her own prescriptions
A daily dose of alcohol and pills that get the mixing
And do something to her brain while numbing her from the pain
But ask her how she doing, she'll say, "blessed I can't complain"
Meanwhile, she hates the sunny days and prays for all the rain
So she ain't gotta outside and act like she's so well maintained
Got another makeup artist this one supposed to be a pro
Gon' give her that extra glow for the next promo that she post
So she slips into the clothes the company sent her like "let's go"
Smile for the video cause social media can’t know
You going through it
[Chorus: Marc Scibilia]
Fight through the tears as you live your life
Throw up a prayer into the sky
Everybody going through it, everybody going through it
Smile for the camera, hold your head up high
Ain’t nobody know all the pain you hide
Everybody going through it, everybody going through it
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Yeah, he holding up that money to his face
Letting us know he got like a couple hunnit in the safe
Just posted something stuntin' in the Rafe
Like who wanna race?
Puffin to the face rapper weed, hunnit a eighth
Sneakers with the blood at the bottom, oh yeah, he got ’em
I mean a lotta ni**as got 'em but they don't rock 'em how he rock ’em
And he wish a ni**a would try to rob him, that's not a problem
The Thompson a red dot 'em and drop 'em like Dope in Harlem
And he know what that dope do, his pops did it and Moe too
Moe was his father figure when his pops dropped in '02
See Moe tried to prepare 'em for the life that he would go thru
Then the streets took Moe too, a youngin without a go-to
Talent or a skill it was violence it was crills
It was wildin' on the hill, it was the island it was real
It's was moms on the dance floor, steady crying with no chill
It was him back in his cell alone denying how he feel
It was that one night, yeah, that one night
Where all the extra alcohol turned into gunfight
See everybody who know 'em, know he ain't the gun type
Especially him
The beef resting, but he ain't have no rest since then
That scene plays when he close his eyes
But enough of what he seen, he on the scene and y'all know the vibes
He 'bout this dough, 'bout his ro', bout these hoes
Smiling in videos cause social media can't know
He going through it
[Chorus: Marc Scibilia]
Fight through the tears as you live your life
Throw up a prayer into the sky
Everybody going through it, everybody going through it
Smile for the camera, hold your head up high
Ain't nobody know all the pain you hide
Everybody going through it, everybody going through it