Goin Thru It Testo

She joining every Tik Tok Challenge
Thousands of likes cause her booty and her hips got balance
Emoji after emoji confirming that she OD
Shorty from the block is hot now, no longer low key

Little miss is fly tho 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 4th 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 make up 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

Fight through the tears as you live yo life
Throw up a prayer into the sky
Everybody going thru it, everybody going thru it
Smile for the camera, hold ya head up high
Ain't nobody know all the pain you hide
Everybody going thru it, everybody going thru it

He holding up that money to his face
Letting us know he got like a couple hunnit in the safe
Just posted something stunting in the Rafe
Like who wanna race?
Puffin to the face rapper weed, hunnit a eighth

Sneakers wit the blood at the bottom, oh yea, he got em
I mean a lotta niggas got em but they don't rock em how he rock em
And he wish a nigga 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 wilding on the hill, it was the island it was real
It's was moms on the dance floor, steady crying wit no chill
It was him back in his cell alone denying how he feel

It was that one night ... yea 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 yall know the vibes
He bout this doe, bout his ro, bout these hoes
Smiling in videos cause social media can't know ... He going through it

Fight through the tears as you live yo life
Throw up a prayer into the sky
Everybody going thru it, everybody going thru it
Smile for the camera, hold ya head up high
Ain't nobody know all the pain you hide
Everybody going thru it, everybody going thru it