Text: T PAIN. Rappa Ternt Sanga. Going Thru A Lot.

Convict music, it's time to do it

I can't handle all these bills and payments
This stuff is overstressin' me, but I still gotta do it
Baby, mama, put me on them papers
And get nothin' for the baby, but I still gotta do it

I can't keep on workin', keep on workin'
Seems like the whole world's ignorin' me, but I still gotta do it
Schemers keep on dirkin', keep on dirkin'
Everybody's gettin' more than me, but I still gotta do it

So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life
So what you think, what you know?
Yes, alright and I paid the price, but still I'm

Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not

All this music got me goin' crazy
Can't even concentrate on my family, but I still gotta do it
Plus I gotta go through all this family hatred
I don't know why everybody's hatin' me, but I still gotta do it

Even one of my homeboys thinkin' that I'm bangin' his lady
I don't know why he would think that outta me, but he gotta go through it
To all the nappy heads I got you baby
We 'bout make it, yes, indeed and we gonna get through it

So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life
What you think, what you know?
Yes, alright and I paid the price, but still I'm

Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
Going thru a lot

I work a nine to five shawty and they think it's funny
And how they feel that my stress don't count homie
I hit the beat like a cop when I hit the block
Because my baby's gotta eat, I ain't gonna never stop

I see them laughin' at me fo, 'cuz my pant's red
And my do' won't shut and my car's shabby
But I see the future man like I'm Nostradamus
And in my heart all I see is a future star

But in my brain ain't nothin' but these notes man
But ya'll don't feel my stress, ya'll don't understand
The next step is my pistol and it goes down
Wiggle it out, fat boy, just calm down

And sing this song and sing that song
'Cause God gonna make a way for me to get my hustle on

Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not

Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
Going thru a lot

Going thru a lot, thru a lot, thru a lot
Going thru a lot, thru a lot, thru a lot