Been Thru This Before By Marshmello
Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?
Mello made it right
[Giggs:]
Most these niggas are most these problems
Most these toolied up goons, ghost and goblins
Nah, mostly bougie stuff, don’t see problems
Know she say she was, but no, she wasn’t
Yeah, posted hoodied up, yeah, Gucci bottoms
Yeah, yeah, she lookin’ sweet, but lowkey rotten (Haha)
Yeah, soldiers uzi’d up, best know we got ’em
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, but lowkey Gotham (Smashin’)
He’s in the back, he got the massive Glock (Yeah)
He’s on the left side, squeezin’ the Macintosh (Mm)
Hollow mans back, you know that I’m back on top
And everyone eats, and that’s when the ration stop
You sound offense, you gettin’ me tense
Like, go get my money, my twenty percent
Big movies over there, best know we shot them
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, plus
[SAINt JHN:]
***, we, we been through all of this before, *** in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin’ from them vibes, scratchin’ pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same ***, just more mature
We been through all of this before, dirt came from the wall
Hopin’ that “Forever” comes, knowin’ this is life
But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
*** in a cornerpocket, hopin’ that you know we been through all this before
I do not *** with nobody, I do not have me no friends
I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so, if I love you, depends
I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin’ the prints
I did the math, the graph, and givin’ you half ain’t makin’ no sense
I’m still real, and I’m still screamin’ “Brook-Brooklyn”
Grey scene and that good look
*** game in my co-vein, so *** in my cook-book
Dark skin in my snow white, I [?]
Picked up where you left off, and I gave back what the hood took
So, callin’ it now, next year I’m takin’ a Grammy
Usually Sheniqua exclusive, tonight I’m just thinkin’ ’bout takin’ an Emmy
And they just know I’m the king, so, I’m just takin’ a nine
Niggas’ll back out their pack and relax out the sack like takin’ a Xanny
Mans on a crusade ting, niggas’ll aim at your head
And they come for your top on a toupee ting
***’ll play with your heart, just stay Baka, ’cause they on a two-play ting
I’ll tell a bad *** to kickin’ it and pushin it on and skate on a Lupe ting
If it’s black, then I’m black and I’m black and I’m back on a Dússe ting
***, we, we been through all of this before, *** in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin’ from them vibes, scratchin’ pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same ***, just more mature
We been through all of this before, dirt came from the wall
Hopin’ that “Forever” comes, knowin’ this is life
But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
*** in a cornerpocket, hopin’ that you know we been through all this before
