Going Through Some Thangs

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Mic check one two one two
It’s Ron Deuce what it do ew 
Feeling like God right now
I got that heat rock
Niggas use to bee bop
Started rapping at Staxx house in the ghetto
And hit the jackpot
HOOK

Man I been going through some thangs (yeah)
Thinking about that money we fucked off
Yeah
Man I been going through some thangs (uh)
Thinking about the people we don lost
Uh
Man I been going through some thangs (yeah)
The judge want to send me off
Man I been going through some thangs
Don’t nobody understand me mayne I wanna rock candy mane 


I’ve been Sippin up on my Hennessy
Hoping this brown is a remedy-
Regal parked on Russel and Mabel 
I’m Plotting on all of my enemies
Praying but lately been missing the church
Like church I’ll give em bout 10 a piece
Battling demons, releasing my semen inside of my lady for good release- Put my mind at ease
I’m inside of the pharmacy bout to cop me a brick a lean the bringing in more slips
I’m to the Rich I need about 3 a piece
The streets is mean, the streets is heartless
Approach Em with caution
Gotta keep ya third eye open stay focused
Careful who you roll with 

They killed my nigga his blood was still in the street while we was mournin,
I can’t sleep, nightmares are fuckin my ZzzZzz
I’m up to the morning- Askin why they had to do my dawg like that 
My blood is boiling 
Load the clip up let that bitch rip and enjoy the performance
I’m really just stressed, I’m still here so I’m blessed, trying to count these racks up never know I might be next, in LA I choke on the best
In the Bay we take down fifths,
Cold heart I put some ice on my chest and my wrist bitch

Man I been going through some thangs (yeah)
Thinking about that money we fucked off
Man I been going through some thangs (yeah)
Thinking about the people we don lost
Man I been going through some thangs (uh)
The judge want to send me off
Man I been going through some thangs
Don’t nobody understand me mayne I wanna rock candy mane 

It’s fa sho a blessing
Some of my niggas is in prison
I’d rather live with that 
Then then not breathing
The reason, it’s fonkin season and them boys demons
They Die bout they respect,
Im trying see em leave the cells on to a jet
Take our bread and then invest
Take our children out this mess
Break the cycles and be men
Greet em with benzes out the pen
Teachers couldn’t teach us and our mommas couldn’t beat us hard enough to match the pain of our pops not seeing us
So, we got our roll on, suckas got stole on
Puttin our anger in our fist like nigga get yo sleep on- They ah vouch for me like coupons
Was never scared to throw hands-now we losing everybody to murder this generation
Is sick, they killed the OG G Ferg in front of kids
I swear to God I’m still pissed
I’m sick, it’s a must I keep stick on me
Paranoid round my homies 

Man I been going through some thangs (yeah)
Thinking about that money we fucked off
Man I been going through some thangs (yeah)
Thinking about the people we don lost
Man I been going through some thangs (uh)
The judge want to send me off
Man I been going through some thangs
Don’t nobody understand me mayne I wanna rock candy mane

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