Joell Ortiz - Goin Thru It lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Uh, she joining every Tik Tok Challenge Thousands of likes cause her booty and her hips got balance Emoji after emoji confirming that she O.D Shorty from the block is hot now, no longer low key Little miss is fly though, from the middle of Ohio To promos on her page and booking info in her bio Everything about her sick, guess that's why she’s always viral You would never know that her whole life's a downward spiral Single mother of a child that never ever met her father He threatened that if she left him, he would no longer be bothered I guess he kept his promise, but that's not her only drama See that cancer done grew to fourth stage inside her mama Doctors wanna stop the chemo, so she’s peaceful and no longer Has to suffer and be weak from all the treatments but Yalonda Ain't ready to let her go, so she got her own prescriptions A daily dose of alcohol and pills that get the mixing And do something to her brain while numbing her from the pain But ask her how she doing, she'll say, "blessed I can't complain" Meanwhile, she hates the sunny days and prays for all the rain So she ain't gotta outside and act like she's so well maintained Got another makeup artist this one supposed to be a pro Gon' give her that extra glow for the next promo that she post So she slips into the clothes the company sent her like "let's go" Smile for the video cause social media can’t know You going through it [Chorus: Marc Scibilia] Fight through the tears as you live your life Throw up a prayer into the sky Everybody going through it, everybody going through it Smile for the camera, hold your head up high Ain’t nobody know all the pain you hide Everybody going through it, everybody going through it [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Yeah, he holding up that money to his face Letting us know he got like a couple hunnit in the safe Just posted something stuntin' in the Rafe Like who wanna race? Puffin to the face rapper weed, hunnit a eighth Sneakers with the blood at the bottom, oh yeah, he got ’em I mean a lotta ni**as got 'em but they don't rock 'em how he rock ’em And he wish a ni**a would try to rob him, that's not a problem The Thompson a red dot 'em and drop 'em like Dope in Harlem And he know what that dope do, his pops did it and Moe too Moe was his father figure when his pops dropped in '02 See Moe tried to prepare 'em for the life that he would go thru Then the streets took Moe too, a youngin without a go-to Talent or a skill it was violence it was crills It was wildin' on the hill, it was the island it was real It's was moms on the dance floor, steady crying with no chill It was him back in his cell alone denying how he feel It was that one night, yeah, that one night Where all the extra alcohol turned into gunfight See everybody who know 'em, know he ain't the gun type Especially him The beef resting, but he ain't have no rest since then That scene plays when he close his eyes But enough of what he seen, he on the scene and y'all know the vibes He 'bout this dough, 'bout his ro', bout these hoes Smiling in videos cause social media can't know He going through it [Chorus: Marc Scibilia] Fight through the tears as you live your life Throw up a prayer into the sky Everybody going through it, everybody going through it Smile for the camera, hold your head up high Ain't nobody know all the pain you hide Everybody going through it, everybody going through it