Through It All Video (MV)

Through it all me and Dub had a good run
I watched bitches I f*cked with with leave away for college meanwhile
Some my niggas headed off to prison hoes came through
In Cold Spring cabs they left on buses after we counted
Money we went straight to Buster's Grab food bagged a bitch on
Victoria come to find out she had beef with my
Cousin Glo seen niggas bleed in the coldest snow
Niggas told on me and Dub right in front of spots pointing
Fingers at us right in front cops seen niggas shoot the whole clip
And hit nothing rest in peace to Paul we both
Laughed at it I was 16 in Birchfield's on school nights
Or at the dice game popping shit rolling blue dice taking side
Bets like oh I bet I do twice
Some little nigga got murdered on my birthday house party on Carl Street we was
Headed there I was 17 it was blood everywhere me
And just scrapped me and argued I swear to
God you ain't never heard the streets call you
Or the fiends call you Goldie cause your fro was out hey Goldie what
You got for me today every thought was illegal streets a feed
You watch you starve and eat and then eat you oh

My Nigga told me shine King they ain't going to love you any way
It go my brother told me eat more my mother
Told me drink less my nigga told me live
King after life hell or heaven only place to go my Pop said nigga I love
You my sister said the same thing Oh

While my hoes were trying to pledge Delta
I kept a window seat on a Delta bitches kept my two way pager buzzing
Felt like where we from nobody felt us mothers prayed for us
Teachers failed us felons came home caught another F
There's another memorial there's another death
Niggas got murdered on their mothers steps
Headed back home on the greyhound called Cloze like yo
I'm on my way now 2 lay overs 22 hours later bitches
Calling Cloze like where the f*ck is Taylor?
My nigga tell them hoes I think he with his pops
I was really in the bathroom getting topped so many close calls
Ever felt your heart stop or beat slower so slow that it was off
Beat me and Knuck woulda got clapped on Carl Street Tasha
Saved our lives with a phone call I we heard was a and seen a speed by
Even when it was storming we would be by word to life
They was scared to give B five we was grimy as f*ck
When we was knee high dropped out of Cooley High gassed up by a cutie pie oh

Damn I wish I could tell you all of it the real nigga in me can't do it
I had pain on top of pain and I drank through it
My heart purple my words I paint bluish remember when Knuck
Oh I can't tell you when me and Cloze you had to
Be there when me and Dubb I'll never say a word this is real nigga shit
This why we here oh oh oh oh nigga
Remember when I bagged my first O Nigga as a kid
I thought they paid taxes learned at 16 they moved bricks faster
And I was with we was in the hoopty
Didn't want to be caught dead in that mothaf*cka literally
Figuratively speaking everyday was a party
What what was a weekend had the illest code they would of never
Cracked it crackheads dancing when the high good gave away 28s
Before I bagged one if it's not enough for both
Of us gave niggas the last one drinking redrum
Until my glass drunk f*ck a bitch I make the cash cum Cloze and
Knuck arguing over J-Hood and Drag-On
Like he nice he nicer we kept it mad hood oh