Larry June - Goin thru some sh** lyrics

Wake up early in the morning grabbed my k up out the closet I got money, I got hoes, all that hating need to stop In the trap, going hard, what you need, yeah I got it When I'm out in NYC I got P's of that sour Blowing racks, I'm in Sac, you a b**h, I'm a mack, rap n***as stealing swag, zombie tips in my mag Designer what I'm smoking, had a drop top, Lil shawty know it, drinking on a b**h, buying p**y, give her everything Meet me out in Oakland, my price is lower, chi' with me, God damn, I don't gotta rhyme, I'm the realest n***a in it. You ain't got no money, we just know your song, something ain't right, you're doing something wrong, b**h I've been known, I just came back from Asia. I'm never lying to them, I'd rather flaunt to them, money conossour, f** the constitution, 30 in the uzi, relaxin I'm just coolin, they wonder how I do it, my life like a movie, I wonder will I make it, I'm feeling like I should I'm going through some sh** b**h a** n***a, quit calling my phone I'm going through some sh** And this money, I gotta get it on my own I'm going through some sh**, damn f** the rap game I'm going through some sh** I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own I can't lie b**h I'm in a daze, trappin' hard all 30 days, the trap sounding like a shooting range, m80 and the 12-gague. p**y n***a you can catch a fade, purple syrup in my lemonade. I'm feeling like the last n***a left, all my n***as dead out in the field. I've been trapping since a young n***a, I was livin' in a motel, mattress smelling like a cigarette, whoever thought I'd ever make it here? I never witness bricks for the team, 20 bands and we can get it in, I'm sliding through another n***a hood, I gurantee he'll never talk again. I'll take your b**h out to dick and din', never ever tell her where I live, I got her s**ing sippin' juice and gin, I don't love you b**h we only friends. She told me that she'll never love again, I told the b**h yeah I understand. Compact right above my leg, fill a p**y n***a up with lead I'm going through some sh** b**h a** n***a, quit calling my phone I'm going through some sh** And this money, I gotta get it on my own I'm going through some sh**, damn f** the rap game I'm going through some sh** I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own