What You been thru (feat. YBR JU & IBO)

I'm sick of your shit too, JT YBR man Young, Bag Runners. Bag Runners Hey Mike, what's up, We Bag Runners You know it's only two members in this shit, man Bag Runners. We Bag Runners Bag Runners. We Bag Runners We YBR Bag Runners. We Bag Runners What you been through I done witnessed shit that a real cook a nigga Mental Mama asked her baby boy like, son, what you get into He said he bustin' brains and makin' chains, slidin' in rentals Ay, Jew Yo Ay, what you into I'm into these business moves and puttin' food on menus Mama said she need me in some shit I gotta tend to Got a business meeting, blowin' dope up in a Venue Ay, what you got on Amiri Runners Coast to coast, I'm trippin' up like Russi on the Thunder Got the thunder, sometimes I wonder how I keep from goin' under It might be chosen for me My story wasn't wrote in for me It was golden for me Late nights, it was bad dreams, so I stayed up Hard times never fazed us It just made us I can get on and talk about this trap shit, but I'm just gon' talk about the struggle All of my niggas be rappin' and hustlin' All of my niggas try bubble Most of my niggas, we come from the bottom The other ones come from the gutter Gotta give mama a house on the hill And gotta get one for my brother Gotta get one for my niece I remember late nights, it was bad Bailey had dinner to eat Now and when they see a young nigga in the field, Balenci, my cliques Everybody around me too fed Why we all throwin' my feet Steakin' the lobster on me What you been through I den witness shit that a real cook a nigga meantal Mama asked her baby boy, like, son, what you get into He said he bustin' brains and makin' chains, slidin' in rentals Ay, JU, yo Ay, what you into I'm into these business moves and puttin food on menu Mama said she need me in some shit I gotta tend to Got a business meeting, blowin' dope up in the venu Check Get money like Keith Hit him with the Draco Leave his ass sleepy Niggas is mad cause niggas can't beat me Yeah, I'm the realest from P.G Cap Heights Wayne Rest in peace I'm still in the Heights sellin Ebs Countin' the money like niggas in DC Steppin' on toes like them niggas from Greenleaf I got that water It's Fiji It's crunch You don't believe me Get you 100 and fifty before you come and see me Niggas been down there with three B's I'm a chemist I'm mixin' myself Thinkin' it's hard, but really, it's easy Hot niggas not allowed on GP Blow him up Leave him leaky Hope in November they free me I got Coco in the streets and they need me Fucked up, but they did the feezy That was my plug, young nigga Rest easy They gon' put this on repeat I swear on all I hear, I keep heat No match They can see me be beefin' What am I high for Niggas that's cheatin' I pull up and jump I squeeze They can show that you dead I'm leavin' All they hearin' is my tire screechin' And people in the block screamin' I'm a motherfuckin' demon Catchin' bodies even when I'm dreamin' Really, I'm wanna Make sure you're not breathin' Yeah, I'm a killin' There ain't no secrets That gun on my skirt it like seamen They askin', what is the reason Why did he do it and why is he bleedin' Don't tell her no speakin' They askin', what is the reason They askin', what is the reason Don't tell her no speakin' They askin', what is the reason They askin', what is the reason Why did he do it and why is he bleedin' Don't tell him no speakin'