Been Through
Navigating Life's Maze: Terrance Juno's 'Been Through' Story
Lyrics
I’m wit the bro’s wit some hoes that’s the shit that we into
I am with my friends and some women, and that's the lifestyle we are involved in.
Bro copped a strap in the back we don’t play wit utensils
My friend acquired a firearm in the back, and we don't mess around with other dangerous objects.
These niggas talk but I let em don’t know what I been thru
People talk about me, but I ignore them because they don't understand the hardships I've experienced.
We pull up wit dots on yo head woulda thought you was Hindu
We arrive with guns aiming at you, making it seem like you follow the Hindu religion.
I put my heart in this shit so I gotta go loco
I've invested my emotions in this lifestyle, so I have to be crazy about it.
These niggas worried bout local we tryna go global
Others are concerned about local matters, but we aim to become global.
If you need the gas then we got it cause we moving mobile
If you need drugs, we have them because we are constantly on the move.
Bro got da pot and we whippin we whippin that coco
My friend has the drugs, and we are cooking and refining them, reminiscent of cocaine.
I swear shawty so soulful
I swear the girl is genuine and soulful.
Said she want me to cuff but I said that’s a no no
A girl wants a committed relationship, but I decline because I'm taking things slowly.
Cause I’m moving in slo mo
Because I'm moving at a slow pace in life.
Bro gon flip him a brick feel like we in the dojo
My friend is making a significant profit, and it feels like we are in intense training.
I can’t fuck wit the popo
I cannot associate with the police.
I just copped me some drip and I’m flyer than Momo
I recently purchased stylish clothing and now look more fashionable than Momo.
Yeah I’m back in my mojo
Yes, I have regained my confidence and enthusiasm.
Hit a lick wit yo bitch we don’t post on no socials
We successfully executed a plan with your girl, and we keep it low-key without posting on social media.
I don’t care bout sum rankings
I don't care about social standings or rankings.
We gon cook that boy up he get fried like some bacon
We will confront and defeat our opposition, metaphorically frying them like bacon.
Know I gotta move patient
I know I need to be patient as I pursue success.
On the road to the bag so you know what I’m chasing
I'm on the path to financial success, and that's my primary pursuit.
In my hood bitch I’m sanctioned
In my neighborhood, I am recognized and respected.
Only stay wit my guys niggas green just like plankton
I only associate with my close friends; others are envious and insignificant.
No I can’t get complacent
I won't become satisfied or content; I remember the challenging days in the drug trade.
Remember days in the trap used to rap in the basement
I recall the days when I used to rap in the basement while involved in illegal activities.
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