Going Through It

I can't really lie I been going through it
Can't feel a thing, not even music
Stressin' all the time, I'ma straight lose it
Half the time I wanna die, I might do it

Twenty-inch clip for the hate if they talk back
Bustin' moves left and right, no they can't stop that
Ridin' down your block in a drop with the cash sack
Got your bitch givin' sloppy top, where the cash at
Young rich boy with the bands in a knapsack
Rich right now, no, no no no flashback
In a parking lot, white bitch doing Kate Moss
Livin' fast with the brakes off
In a plane with a Xan in the rain about to take one
Tech loaded you could get it if you fake bruh
Glock nine with the safe off
Spaced out in the place now
Villa in the back of thе villa
Got the TV comin' out of the bed, killa
Cam'ron on thе sheets and the shower curtain, (killa)
On the balcony tryin' to eff three sisters
Crack the rapper, empty guts like a swisher

I can't really lie I been going through it
Can't feel a thing, not even music
Stressin' all the time, I'ma straight lose it
Half the time I wanna die, I might do it

Hey
Yo quiero, to move it by the kilo
I'm the weirdo that you're fearin' like De Niro
Better never act the hero
Or gonna catch a beat-down like the fader hittin' zero
Move keys like I'm playin' the accordion
Slippin' in like I'm talkin' in that Freudian
Murder ass I'ma hit it like Kavorkian
Pointin' at my lips sayin' the same shit as Scorpion, (Come here!)

Wettworker is a farmer
Got crops, make it rain because the thirst is unquenchable
And if I get a handle on your hoe I'ma plant seeds
And if I pull up I'ma make you a vegetable
Rendered ineffectual
Intellectual bitches wish to get me sensual
I'm interdimensional
I hit you with the tentacle
Your boyfriend walked up pissed and he walked away bisexual

I can't really lie I been going through it
Can't feel a thing, not even music
Stressin' all the time, I'ma straight lose it
Half the time I wanna die, I might do it