Artist: Young Scooter f/ Lil Phat Album: Street Lottery 2 Song: Threw So Much Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus x2: Young Scooter] I done been through so much shit I done been through so much shit I gotta keep going I done been through so much shit I done been through so much shit I gotta stay focused [Verse 1: Young Scooter] My life been up and down like a seesaw I gotta thank god for making white raw Some days I stack the bricks and then I pray on them They say I'm wrong for sellin' dope my niggas know I ain't My momma sold dope so why the fuck I can't? My daddy wasn't around I'm focused on the bank But thank you for that nut you birthed a millionaire I done been locked up without no bond fair I know OGs that make plays out the wheelchair Transformer cars break down like folding chairs Me and Money Mitch we on a paper trail On every beat I rap I leave a paper trail [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil Phat] I gotta stay focused for niggas [?] in the pen Yesterday I went to prison to visit my brother Kenison It's been like three years since I seen my brother Walking back to this free world, dear lord I just wish that you would free my brother Thuggin' in that south side In my mouth got [?] Full of them pills like [?] But we caught 'em you remember All of the times we slung hands dawg We had fun with guns, respect my nine Take the hit, pay the bills Hit the gas, burner steel It's Freebandz and Trel, Scooter tell 'em what it is I'm full of mud, on them Zans It's still smash on sight They tell me to chill I'm like that's my fuckin' life [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] I know niggas from the hood like E That live the same life as me Y'all niggas ain't from these streets Y'all niggas ain't touched them corners Y'all niggas ain't seen them pots Y'all niggas ain't ran no block Yo trap ain't never been hot Y'all niggas ain't drop no top Y'all niggas ain't bought no watch Yo clique ain't got no guap Freebandz we swaggin' to the top Y'all niggas don't wanna get shot G4 I'm taking off My whole clique bosses No workers in my circle But everybody workin' We do it for a purpose Count up, wrap the bales in curtains Me and Roc, riding in a Maybach Drinking behind the curtain Get a ten million dollar deal and won't stop serving [Chorus]