CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Through Hell
[Noah Caine]
I made some decisions
My niggas are gifted, we switching these women
I move and I pivot
I'll f*ck up the game and the industry with it
These demons they wicked
I look at these streets like its f*cking non-fiction
I'm trying to get it
Told my momma just wait I'll be rich in a second
I took a trip to the Southern states
Your bitch said im needing them Southern dates
She said im needing them Southern plates
Now im telling your hoe not to smother me
I used to be nice, wanted some more out this life
Then I realized that this life's for a savage theres no getting married, no throwing rice
Niggas so average, I'm getting established
I'm taking these naps where you wish they would have you
I'm all in that office, I'm all in that meeting
You lurking my life you gon' feel so defeated
I do this on average, uh
I'm showing her things in her city she never imagined, uh
I'm killing your messengers
Quit puffing yo' chest up, this shit ain't for regulars
You niggas can't come for me
I'm at the front of the line at the register
You should just register
Quit this rap shit and enroll in some semesters
Pockets look sinister
Like I'm plotting on just being the finisher
Got it locked and I'm just working on beaming up
I'm ruling you niggas
My throwaway shit is a jewel to you niggas
I'm schooling you niggas
Your niggas be lying, who fooling you niggas, uh
I want it, I need it, I got it, then flipped it fast
I'm loving the hustle
I'll black out my chain like "my nigga we free at last!"
And this shit is a blast, yeah, yeah
Got them going crazy when we pull up on the scene
Everything's a show, I'm riding slow, I'm dipping clean
All my niggas winning even Martin had a dream
Fist full of dollars got me feeling like a King
[Noah Caine]
Imma be better forever
I'mma get cheddar forever
Hustle and get it however
My only care is the weather
Like how its gon' be when a nigga land
Packing Louis duffles, I'mma need to plan
Dollars get throwed if they're in my hands
Niggas need that loud, bitches need a tan
She got Margielas on
With a herring bone, and a cherry thong
She sip slow, that Perignon
It's like a free throw when them trees blown
Don't spend no checks on that p*ssy
But I do checks on that p*ssy
Imma catch wreck on that p*ssy
Think 'bout suplexing that p*ssy
I was thinking 'bout a better way
Like how to make a flip and go and bring it back
All them nights that we was lining work
Just trying to catch a fiend like we was pushing crack
I'm trying to switch my location
Give her that dick on vacation
Hit that gas look like a spaceship
I need them standing ovations
I'm talking 'bout that shit where niggas from
And y'all just talking shit 'bout where you never go
Bodies drop we never talk to cops
Them lips is crazy glued and niggas never fold
So send me that check in the mail
Weak niggas try and they fail
One time for my niggas in cells
My niggas done made it Through Hell
Got them going crazy when we pull up on the scene
Everything's a show, I'm riding slow, I'm dipping clean
All my niggas winning even Martin had a dream
Fist full of dollars got me feeling like a King
I made some decisions
My niggas are gifted, we switching these women
I move and I pivot
I'll f*ck up the game and the industry with it
These demons they wicked
I look at these streets like its f*cking non-fiction
I'm trying to get it
Told my momma just wait I'll be rich in a second
I took a trip to the Southern states
Your bitch said im needing them Southern dates
She said im needing them Southern plates
Now im telling your hoe not to smother me
I used to be nice, wanted some more out this life
Then I realized that this life's for a savage theres no getting married, no throwing rice
Niggas so average, I'm getting established
I'm taking these naps where you wish they would have you
I'm all in that office, I'm all in that meeting
You lurking my life you gon' feel so defeated
I do this on average, uh
I'm showing her things in her city she never imagined, uh
I'm killing your messengers
Quit puffing yo' chest up, this shit ain't for regulars
You niggas can't come for me
I'm at the front of the line at the register
You should just register
Quit this rap shit and enroll in some semesters
Pockets look sinister
Like I'm plotting on just being the finisher
Got it locked and I'm just working on beaming up
I'm ruling you niggas
My throwaway shit is a jewel to you niggas
I'm schooling you niggas
Your niggas be lying, who fooling you niggas, uh
I want it, I need it, I got it, then flipped it fast
I'm loving the hustle
I'll black out my chain like "my nigga we free at last!"
And this shit is a blast, yeah, yeah
Got them going crazy when we pull up on the scene
Everything's a show, I'm riding slow, I'm dipping clean
All my niggas winning even Martin had a dream
Fist full of dollars got me feeling like a King
[Noah Caine]
Imma be better forever
I'mma get cheddar forever
Hustle and get it however
My only care is the weather
Like how its gon' be when a nigga land
Packing Louis duffles, I'mma need to plan
Dollars get throwed if they're in my hands
Niggas need that loud, bitches need a tan
She got Margielas on
With a herring bone, and a cherry thong
She sip slow, that Perignon
It's like a free throw when them trees blown
Don't spend no checks on that p*ssy
But I do checks on that p*ssy
Imma catch wreck on that p*ssy
Think 'bout suplexing that p*ssy
I was thinking 'bout a better way
Like how to make a flip and go and bring it back
All them nights that we was lining work
Just trying to catch a fiend like we was pushing crack
I'm trying to switch my location
Give her that dick on vacation
Hit that gas look like a spaceship
I need them standing ovations
I'm talking 'bout that shit where niggas from
And y'all just talking shit 'bout where you never go
Bodies drop we never talk to cops
Them lips is crazy glued and niggas never fold
So send me that check in the mail
Weak niggas try and they fail
One time for my niggas in cells
My niggas done made it Through Hell
Got them going crazy when we pull up on the scene
Everything's a show, I'm riding slow, I'm dipping clean
All my niggas winning even Martin had a dream
Fist full of dollars got me feeling like a King
